“So, what did you have in mind?” “This.” His hands cupped my breasts. “I should suck these.” Leonard puffed from the pipe, watching me with hooded eyes. “I guess you could, if you want.” “Oh, I want, all right.” He tugged on a nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I sprayed milk almost instantly. “Mike,” I breathed. His hands fell to my waist, which had now regained its former shape. All the hiking and starving had given me my figure back, although stretchmarks remained. It would take a long time for those to go away. I threaded my fingers through his damp hair, feeling the heat coming off his scalp. While he sucked, his hand drifted lower, sliding over my pussy, which felt astonishingly wet. “Oh, honey.” I tingled everywhere, my body hadn’t been pleasured since the fire began, and I could feel the promise of bliss calling to me. “Get your cock out.” “We’re demanding tonight.” “I don’t care. I need it.” I practically burned where he touched me, his finger driving deep into my swollen folds.
