Viana's eyelids fluttered shut as her pearly pink nipple found its way into her mouth, her tongue swishing around it and coating it with her saliva. Her cheeks formed a slight suction, and she carefully explored the taste, allowing it to travel to the back of her throat. After a few moments of this exploration, intensifying her efforts, she withdrew her nipple and remarked, "It's nothing like them at all."
Kevin smirked at her assessment, maintaining the breast close to her face while his other hand continued to toy with her other breast, gently rubbing her nipple. With an amused expression, he prodded, "Then, what does it taste like?"
"I'm not sure. I've never tasted anything quite like it," Viana admitted, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation but finding herself strangely aroused by it nonetheless.
"do you like it?" Kevin queried once more, observing Viana's perplexed expression as she reiterated, "I don't know."
