UNRAVEL ME 3

In between the kiss, Cyrus slid his hands underneath her shirt and grabbed her plump breast. He rubbed and pinched her hardened nipples, which sent a sharp sensation through Camilla’s body.

She arched her back, bucking her hips into him, as his hardness rubbed on her aching bud.

Cyrus kisses trailed from her lips, to her neck, then to her cleavage, where he paused. He shoved her shirt above her head, and then settled his face between her breasts.

“You wear perfume, even at ...