Flynn's eyes widened, his heart pounding. He was frozen in place. Run, or stay? He was stunned.
Yet, he couldn't look away. He kept staring at Beatrice's breasts, which were one of the most beautiful things he had ever set eyes on. They were pefercly tear-drop shaped and full of life.
Her areolas had a dark greenish hue, but it was her nipples that captivated him the most. They pointed inward like they were tucked inside her areolas, yet shiny like pebbles under the sea. They were amazing. He couldn't quite describe them enough in words.
As if luck would have it, Beatrice grabbed his left hand while maintaining eye contact with a soft smirk spread across her lips and gently laid it on her left boob.
His blood rushed through his entire body in seconds as his heartbeat increased.
The boob was warm. And soft and addictive. He didn't want to let go.
