Filthy, Dirty Desires
He holds himself stiffly even as he sneaks glances down my body.
Deciding to go in for the kill, I push my dress down so that my boobs spring free, my pink nipples growing hard right before his eyes. Brock sucks in a harsh breath, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he feasts his eyes on them.
I always get compliments on my rack. They’re round, fat and perky and men have always gone crazy over them.
Brock isn’t any different.
With a muttered “fuck”, the big terrifying man drops to his knees before me, wraps his lips around my right nipple and suckles, his lids sliding shut like he’s in bliss.