Then, with a boldness that caught him off guard, she pressed her tits together, guiding his shaft between them.
Her bra was still on, the lace rubbing against his skin, but her cleavage swallowed him perfectly, hot and soft, the friction exquisite as she moved up and down.
Her mouth stayed latched to his tip, her tongue flicking the slit with maddening precision, the combination of her breasts and mouth driving him to the edge.
Her tongue swirled, teasing the sensitive head while her breasts squeezed him tight, the slick heat of her cleavage and the wet warmth of her mouth working in tandem.
Lor's groans filled the room, raw and unrestrained, his balls tightening under her teasing fingers.
But before he could lose control, he pulled her back gently, panting, his chest heaving.
"Not yet," he rasped, his voice thick with need. "Turn around."
She blinked up at him, dazed, her lips shiny with spit and pre-cum, her bow slightly askew in her hair.
