Amphitrite's silvered silk slithered to the floor, puddling around her dainty feet.
She stood before him, a vision of moonlit skin and flowing hair, her eyes smoldering with a fierce resolve.
"Show me what you want," she breathed, her voice a husky purr that sent shivers down Alan's spine.
This bitch was another fucking horny slut nothing more.
Without hesitation, he reached out, his large hands cupping her ample breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms.
He squeezed gently, reveling in the softness, the warmth.
"Mmm..."
Amphitrite gasped, her back arching as she pressed her chest into his touch.
"Mmm, yes... like that," she moaned, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair.
Alan: "..." ( What the fuck why si she teaching me )
He leaned in, capturing one of her pert rosy nipples between his lips. He suckled, rolling the bud with his tongue, feeling it harden against his mouth.
