Stan groaned like he'd been hit.
"Mia, fuck."
She did it again.
Down with her mouth. Squeeze with her chest. The plush heat of her breasts stroking what her throat couldn't take, then the sudden tight wet clutch when she forced herself onto him. She held there, swallowing, humming, looking up through wet lashes to watch his face come apart.
'If I do both he'll feel it everywhere. If I do both he'll know I want all of it.'
"That's, damn." His hands covered hers on the outside of her breasts, helping her keep the pressure while she sucked. "Keep them tight. When you come up, stroke me with them. When you go down, take what you can. Don't hurt yourself."
