Sol didn't treat her like fragile glass. He kneaded the large, warm softness of her breasts with firm, possessive strokes, molding her flesh, rolling her large, swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
He pinched the hard nipples together, applying a sharp, pleasurable pressure that sent electric shivers shooting directly down to her lower belly.
NNNH! AHH!
Zephyra's moans grew louder, more frantic, her back arching into his chest and her hands reaching back to blindly clutch at his thighs as her hips began to twist against his groin.
While his hands ruthlessly worked her heavy breasts, his mouth left her ear and moved down to the long, elegant expanse of her nape.
He trailed hot, wet kisses along the sensitive line of her neck, his tongue licking away the fine sheen of sweat gathering on her soft skin, biting gently at her skin, marking her with his scent.
Down below, his hips established a relentless rhythm of their own.
