Artis didn't waste a second, diving in like her tits were the buffet at a feast he hadn't eaten in weeks.
His hands yanked her nightie's neckline down, freeing her massive, pillowy breasts, which bounced gloriously in the air before his mouth latched onto her nipple like a starving man devouring dessert.
"Aaaahhh~"
Nadia's moan shot through the room, loud enough to make the walls blush if they had ears.
Artis's teeth grazed her sensitive bud, tugging it playfully as his tongue swirled around. Her knees buckled, and she clung to him like her life—or what was left of her self-control—depended on it.
'Fuck… this is so… no, no! Get a grip, Nadia, you're not here to get manhandled!'
But her thoughts weren't doing jack shit against the tidal wave of pleasure. Her trembling legs were jelly, her hips subtly rocking as if begging for more without her permission.
