"Fuck, these are perfect," Ethan said, putting his lips to one nipple and sucking hard. His tongue flicked the tip like it was a cherry on ice cream.
Celine arched her body, crying out like a teenager, her head thrown back. Ethan didn't let up, but sucked and pulled, his teeth grazing her breasts.
Minutes dragged on, but he just couldn't have enough of those breasts. It was like bathing in the sunshine of heavenly bounty. The angel's moans filled the basement, only to excite her tormentor more.
Gabriella gnashed and barked at first, but even she gave up, eventually. Now, the angel watched with a pale face, her legs shifting in her own chains. Was she jealous of her sister's special treatment?
Ethan snapped his mouth off Celine's nipple with a pop, strings of spit connecting them. The angel just panted, exhausted, her eyes drooping, begging for something more than just what I was dealing out.
