"Good girl." Mika growled against her wet nipple, giving it one last slow, possessive suck before releasing it with a soft pop. "But I can't let these perfect tits hog all the attention, can I?"
His hands slid down her sides, over the curve of her waist, until they hooked into the waistband of her skirt and panties.
In one tug he dragged them down her legs and in response, Cecilia instinctively tried to close her thighs.
But Mika was already settling back onto the hospital bed, guiding her forward until she was straddling his chest, her dripping pussy hovering inches from his face.
"Look at you." He murmured, voice thick with hunger as he took in the sight: her slender lips glistening, swollen and flushed, crowned with a neat little strip of soft hair. "Soaked already. This pretty little cunt has been waiting for me all day, hasn't it?"
Cecilia whimbled, hands gripping the bed rails for balance. "M-Mika, wait—"
Too late.
