Chapter 391

He nursed on the nipple for a short time, went to the one on the right, and ministered to it the same way. She was expecting the bite this time, and did not react as violently. Instead of hitting him, she pressed his head to her breast, and moaned.

His hand traveled south, and played with the sparse curls of her platinum blonde hair. Her pussy reacted, and began to leak. His mouth went north, kissed her throat, neck, ears, hair, and eyes, but never touched her lips.

Patricia's eyes told the story. She was furious with him, and he smiled back at her.

As his head stayed north, his hand traveled further south. He played with the exterior of her pussy. Her labia were his target and his fingers tantalized them, until they were fully engorged with blood. Her liquids were flowing rapidly from her, and he used them to coat the exterior of her anus. Every time he reached it, he tapped on the sphincter, and she closed it like a bank vault. One day he would change that,