Duke Kleo smiled at his victory, as Lyra whined about needing him. "You want me?" he whispered right in her ear, as he's moving on the cleavage, scrubbing on the chest slowly. Then he stopped, doing that on purpose.
"Yes," Lyra gasped, nodding, pleading with him. "I need you, please."
"I got it. You will love me right?" The tip of his nose touched her cheek, while he pressed her fat as if to make the dent.
Lyra's stomach expands and contracts unstable, feeling the heat burning all of her body. He played on her, squeezing the chest was like pumping them up and then popping them like a balloon. His hands were now moving on them, massaging from the bottom, then cupping as if to flatten it.
She looked up with a loud moan, embracing his neck while her feet rested anxiously, waiting patiently. Her cherries were getting twisted in two different directions, turning like a doorknob that's hard to open.
