They were big, probably C cups but somehow still perky. They looked too perfect to be real, and at that moment, I wondered if they were fake but soon ...ound out that they were indeed all natural.I reached out to caress them and on the first touch, I was overwhelmed by how badly I wanted to have her nipples in my mouth. As I leaned into her, we fell back into her bed, I half tripped as I realized that my pants were still wrapped around my ankles. I began licking her nipples, alternating from her. She closed the door after us. Straight ahead were narrow, steep carpeted stairs leading upwards to a door. To the left and right were doorways into rooms- on the left, a living room, on the right, a dining room, and beyond it, I could see a little, dark kitchen. The ceilings were low, the walls whitewashed and water stained. It was an old house, with old beams everywhere and whitewashed ceilings. The floors were carpeted and the whole house was dimly lit, with few windows. It had a sort of cozy. Oh it was evident as hell her desire and want for it by how she got so worked up about it and had to finger herself that very night I told her about it all.And I guess even now it has intrigued some of you female readers out there.But as we ate our breakfast Toro is scratching at the door and I get up this time and let him in and get his food bag out and fill his feed bowl and got him fresh water in his water bowl.Having broke that vicious behavior of his to her he was seeking and wanting far. “To you milady.” He bowed formally.“To you sweet Prince and to this night.” Genevieve raised her glass and drank.Jared took both of their glasses and placed them back on the table. He took her hand and pulled her to him. He ran his hand through her hair and bent to kiss her. She tasted of the crisp cold champagne. Gently he parted her full lips with his tongue. A small gasp of surprise escaped Genevieve’s lips but she obliged by prolonging the kiss, her tongue matching the searching probe of.