His hands lingered there, cupping my B-cup breasts, for several moments. His eyes closed, and his fingers moved to pinch my nipples between them. He bent his head and closed his lips over one of them, sucking gently. I moaned softly.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his hardness against me once more.

“Of course I do,” I told him.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” he groaned, squeezing my ass and ...