The third night felt different from the start. Tasha had been wet and restless all day, her breasts so full and heavy they ached with every movement. She fed the baby early, bathed him, and put him down for the night in his crib with the door closed. Then she went to her bedroom, took off every stitch of clothing, and waited naked on the bed.
When Jamal knocked, she didn’t bother with a robe this time. She walked to the door completely bare, her massive milk-swollen breasts bouncing with each step, n*****s already leaking slow, warm trails down her belly and thighs. The second she opened the door, Jamal’s eyes went dark with raw hunger. He stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and pulled his shirt over his head in one move, revealing his muscular chest and deep brown skin.
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