Tessa nipped my nipple—light but sharp—cutting off my answer, then shook my dick faster. I wasn't just gonna take it. Couldn't get up, but my hands moved—yanked her tight t-shirt up.
Boing.
Her breasts spilled free, popping out from under the fabric. Not huge, but damn pretty—squished weird by the shirt, but perfect once they were out.
"Kyaa!" she squeaked. I flipped us quick—laid her flat and climbed on top. Through it all, her hand stayed glued to my dick.
"Wow," I breathed.
Slurp. Slurp. I went straight for her nipple, pressing my tongue against it. Firm, warm—felt amazing under my lick.
"Haa… hey. Be real with me," she said, voice low.
"Huh?" I paused.
"You don't like this," she whispered, gripping my dick tight and leaning close to my ear. No target, but I got it. Stung a little.
"Haaa… Most guys would lose it if I did this, but you're saying the opposite, huh?" she added, smirking.
Slurp.
