' ' ' ' ' You No Longer Read

Your eyes intent on the hunt track down words from page to page. A slender hand holds the book against a pair of naked knees. A nipple caught in the crock of an arm made brown by the sun (totally uninterested in the book at hand) stiffens as it catches my gaze. Looks at me pleadingly begging me: “Please...oh...please! ” How can I possibly resist it. Tantalised & titillated by your right tit perched like an exotic morsel in the V of your arm. I, bit by bit (yes...I admit it) give in to it. Place it between lips & teeth cajole it & ahhhhhhh the gift of tongues translating my desire into your need until now you no longer ...read.