The closet door was cracked just enough for one wide frantic green eye to peer through.
Brigid's forehead was already covered in sweat as strands of black hair plastered to her cheeks like wet paint.
Her crop top was half-unbuttoned, bra shoved up under her chin so she could claw at her own tits while her other hand worked furiously under the waistband of her panties.
Inside the room, Scott had Nadia pinned flat.
One massive hand splayed across her ribcage to hold her down like she weighed nothing, while his mouth latched onto her left nipple for a wet round of sucking. He sucked so hard his cheeks went concave as his jaw worked like he was trying to drain her soul through that single swollen bud.
Mmm ♥️ Mmm… mmmm ♥️♥️
Milk jetted in thick, rhythmic pulses to flood his mouth faster than he could swallow. White streams escaped the corners of his lips as they rolled down his chin and dripped onto Nadia's flat stomach in sticky ropes.
Nadia screamed.
