I arched deeper into his mouth as Tarzan continued suckling, his lips sealed tight around my nipple like he couldn’t get enough. His tongue flicked and swirled with surprising gentleness now, slow lazy circles that made my toes curl. "Nghh...Tarzan...". I maoned helplessly as every pull sent sparks straight to my clit, and I couldn’t stop the soft, needy whimpers escaping my throat. “You’re so sensitive here,” he murmured against my wet skin, voice thick and teasing. His breath was hot, brushing over the stiff peak as he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same slow, devoted attention. “Look at you… blushing so pretty for me. Does it feel good, Lena?” My face burned hotter. I could feel the flush spreading down my neck and chest. “Tarzan….shut up,” I whispered, embarrassed, but my hips betrayed me. I ground down harder against the thick, throbbing bulge trapped beneath me, rolling my soaked panties along his length in slow, desperate circles. The friction ma
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