“Lift my shirt just like in your fantasy, Killer Kohl,” she demanded in a soft whisper. With shaking hands, I did just that, my mouth watering when I caught sight of her pert tits and erect nipples—just begging for a taste. Her hands were gentle as she cupped my face, pulling me closer to her chest. “Come on, kitten, you don’t just want to look at them, do you? Make your goddess feel good.” I let my tongue trace her nipple, the pattern similar to when she’d when she teased my clit.
