slobber and bite on my juicy titties

You're face to face with a redhead whose freckled chest rises and falls with slow, deliberate breath, daring you to close the distance.

You feel the pull immediately — the soft weight of those full breasts pressing against fabric too thin to pretend it's a barrier, nipples already stiffened and waiting for your mouth to close around them.

You want to drag your teeth along the curve, let your lips go wet and hungry against warm skin, tasting and biting until every inch carries the mark of exactly how badly you wanted this.