Eva's face flushed even deeper, a crimson bloom spreading down her neck, her dark blue hair clinging to damp temples.
She sat there for a beat, chest heaving under her rumpled blouse, nipples still flushed and stiff, glistening faintly from Lor's earlier worship.
She stared down at them, transfixed, her green eyes glazed with lingering heat.
Then she raised her hand.
One finger brushed her left nipple—soft, teasing, hesitant at first.
The contact sent a visible shiver through her, her thighs parting wider as she moaned under her breath.
"Still so… sensitive…"
Her eyes darted to the bathroom mirror, lips parting in a mix of shame and need.
She leaned forward, her full breasts hanging heavy and inviting, and brought her hand up again—this time not to tease, but to guide.
She pulled one breast up, tilting her head, hesitating only a second, her breath quickening.
Then she sucked.
