Armand's jaw clenched, his eyes blazed. "You don't know the implication of what you did Camila!"
Camila stepped closer, her perfume mixing with the scent of alcohol. "We can clean your mess later. But right now…"
Her fingers moved to her blouse. One button slipped free, then another, then another. The fabric fell away.
Camila's shirt fell open, her breasts bouncing free, full and heavy, the nipples already hard as she pressed them into Armand's face.
"Care to suck?" she whispered, her voice a filthy taunt.
Armand's eyes darkened, his cock twitching between her leg. He grabbed her waist and yanked her down on him as they fell on the bed, his mouth closing over one swollen nipple and his tongue lashed and sucked hard, pulling moans from her throat as she arched, grinding her hips against the bulge under her.
"Mm… fuck, Armand… bite it… harder…" Camila gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
