Aya's hands trembled slightly as she reached behind her back, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her black lace bra. The fabric loosened with a soft snap, straps sliding down her shoulders. She shrugged it off slowly, letting it fall to the bed beside her.
Her large breasts spilled free—heavy, soft, pale skin flushed pink at the tips. Her nipples were already hard, dark pink peaks standing erect from arousal and the cool air of the room. They rose and fell with her quick, nervous breaths.
Aya bit her lower lip, cheeks burning behind her glasses, then leaned forward. She cupped the underside of one breast, gently lifting and offering it toward Julian's face like a shy, silent plea.
Julian didn't hesitate. He leaned in, mouth closing around the offered nipple—warm, soft flesh yielding under his lips. His tongue flicked once, then circled slowly, tasting the faint salt of her skin before he sucked gently.
Aya's head tipped back instantly. A soft, trembling moan escaped her.
