I clutch her hips for leverage as I rut into her, my teeth clamping around her breast and causing her to shudder. She’s mewling and scratching me, dragging her nails up and down my shoulders. I move back up, nibbling her earlobe and whispering, “Were you saving it for me, June?” My hand dips between our joined bodies, my fingers finding her clit. “Were you saving this for me?” She cries out, thighs clenching tight. “Yes.”
