Previous chapter:
Chapter 30: Aria can’t Wait
Next chapter:
Chapter 32: Breaking the Virgin Aria
PREVIEW
... p of her waist before cupping the underside of one heavy breast through the lace. It overflowed my palm, warm and full, the damp material clinging like it was painted on.
I squeezed gently, thumb circling the hard nipple, feeling it stiffen even more.
She arched into my touch, a soft cry escaping, her hips rocking subtly again, grinding down on the hard line of me. The friction made us both groan.
I tugged the bra strap down one shoulder slow, exposing more of that creamy ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























