“That’s because your body needs mine, little girl. That’s perfectly natural.” A moan leaves Mila and she sways. “I like when you call me that.” I press our foreheads together and peel down the straps of her slip, baring her pretty, pink-tipped tits. Palming them gently. “Little girl.” She shudders almost violently and I have no choice but to snare her mouth in a kiss.
