Her chest rises slowly as she watches you, waiting. The invitation isn't subtle — she's already arching forward, nipples stiffened and flushed, demanding exactly the kind of attention she spelled out in plain language.
You lean in close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her skin. She exhales sharply the moment your lips make contact, fingers sliding into your hair to hold you exactly where she wants you.
She doesn't let go. One side, then the other, her grip tightening each time you pull back. Volunteering was the easiest decision you've ever made.
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