He sucked deeply.
Seeing him take her breast in his mouth, Veylara let out a startled moan.
Sol ignored it and simply devoured what he had been given.
He sucked deeply, drawing as much of the soft surrounding flesh into his mouth as he could, tongue lashing the tight peak while his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
The elasticity of her breast against his lips was perfect… soft enough to yield, firm enough to push back.
Because she was Layer 4 he did not hold back. He sucked harder, used the edge of his teeth to tug and worry the nipple, rubbed it between his teeth with careful, deliberate pressure that still carried real force.
Every rough pull drew another small, broken sound from her throat. Her hand on his cock had grown clumsier, the strokes uneven as the new sensations stacked on top of everything else he had already done to her.
He spent a long time on the first breast.
Sucking.
Nibbling.
Devouring.
