Jechele's POV contd.
I allowed my mind to wander a bit, wondering how each breast would feel cupped in my hand, fantasizing about comparing the size, shape, and heft of each, and
the feel of her skin under my lips. My eyes wandered down to the wisps of hair tucked between her legs, just enough to obscure what lies beyond. The way
she was positioned created that hypnotic array of curves: the soft, swelling crest of her leg as it proceeded away from her body, a smooth arrow pointing to her
center of desire. My eyes trailed back up her body, longing to feel every last bit of it as I proceeded, from her legs wrapping around me as she urged me inside
her deeper and faster, her breasts pressed up against my chest, swollen red n*****s tickling me with every movement; hot breath escaping her
