When he broke away she was panting—eyes glassy.
"Aiden… please…"
He didn't rush.
His hands moved—sliding up her sides—thumbs brushing the undersides of her massive breasts through the latex. The material was so tight it squeezed them together, creating deep cleavage that begged for attention.
Arisha shivered—sensitive skin igniting under even that light touch.
"Ah… t-touching me there… already…"
Aiden's smile widened.
He removed the dress of her, exposing her full, heavy breasts to the cool air. They bounced free—nipples already stiff and dark green against her jade skin, begging for his mouth.
Arisha gasped—shy yelp escaping her.
"A-Aiden—! My dress—!"
"I'll buy you another," he teased, voice rough. "Or ten. But right now… I want to see you."
His head lowered—mouth closing over one nipple—sucking hard—tongue flicking mercilessly.
Arisha's back arched—hands flying to his hair—fingers tangling desperately.
