Lia shivered, her generous chest rising with a quick breath, her pussy pulsing harder.
The clasp snapped open with a practiced flick, and her breasts spilled free—full, round, heavy, her nipples stiff and aching in the cool air, freckles dusting the creamy skin like stars.
Lia gasped, her body arching into his touch as he reached forward and cupped them without hesitation, his thumbs brushing across her nipples, sending a jolt through her, her pussy dripping into her panties.
"Which oil?" he murmured against her neck, his lips grazing her skin, making her tremble.
"Same," she breathed, her voice shaky, her green eyes half-lidded. "Whatever Sophia had…"
"Good choice," he said, his voice low and teasing, reaching for the mint blossom extract bottle again, the sharp, cool scent wafting up as he poured a few drops into his palm, the shimmer catching in the lamplight.
