Sarra grew bolder, her tongue meeting his eagerly now, tangling in a slow, wet dance that sent sparks down his spine.
She pressed closer, her curvy frame molding to his, those heavy tits flattening against his chest, nipples hard and scraping through his shirt like little diamonds.
He could have sworn tits were softer when the boobs where bigger, yet, hers were rock hard.
He groaned low, his hands sliding to her waist, feeling the soft give of her skin, the curve of her hips flaring out like a goddess built for sin.
He wanted to dig his fingers in, bruise her, pull her down on his cock and pound till she screamed. But the system was keeping him in that damn cage.
Praise her heart, not just the body.
"Sarra," he whispered against her lips, pulling back just enough to lock eyes, his voice soft and focused, "you're everything to me. Not just this body, your heart's what makes me need you."
