Her breath grew ragged, her walls clenching around him with each thrust.“Chetta,” she gasped, her nails digging into his chest. “You’re so wonderful in a blouse,” he murmured, his hand hovering over the delicate material.His hand hovered over the fabric of her blouse, the heat of his palm making her nipples peak. Desiporn I can’t stand anymore,” she moaned. “Keep going.”Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took him in deeper. His tongue danced around her pussy, teasing and flicking with an expert touch that had her back arching off the couch. “Chetta,” she gasped as he stepped closer.His eyes were drinking at the sight of her naked form.
