Edda knelt on the bed, infront of Aiden on the grand bed, her lush autumn-red hair cascading over her shoulders like molten fire in the candlelight.
She was completely naked, her full, heavy breasts swaying gently with each breath, the right nipple already pert and leaking a thin bead of warm milk, the left one still tucked away in its soft, inverted folds. Her mossy violet eyes gazed up at him with that perfect mix of shyness and devotion, cheeks flushed deep rose.
Aiden knelt before her, thighs spread, his thick cock standing rigid and glistening from her attentions. He rested one hand gently on the top of her head, thumb stroking her temple.
"Take me with your mouth, my love," he murmured. "Just like yesterday. Just like every day since you learned how much I adore this mouth… and these boobs."
