“I want one more from you, Aubree.” “I don’t think . . . I don’t think I can.” She breathes heavily. “Yes, you can,” I say. Her breasts are anything but big, less than a handful, but they’re round with small dark nipples that have my mouth watering. Images of her last night in her lace bra scour through my mind as I lower my mouth to the little nubs and run my tongue around in circles, focusing on her areolas. “Come on, baby. I want to hear those sweet moans one more time.”
