Zach drags his lips along my lower belly and the ache I always feel for him flares up. It punches me on the inside like it knows him. Knows the source of its existence is near, right there, talking to it, talking to my skin. “It’s just that they are so big, aren’t they? Your tits. They’re so fucking big that you can’t help being a good little maid for me,” he rasps, painting his crude words on my flesh. “Y-yeah.” My tits are heaving now. The nipples feel like bullets. They need him. They need his hands and Zach brings out his thumb from the inside of my panties, reaches up with both hands and
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