Tessa Caldwell covered the bitten spot, glaring at him with some anger: "Why did you bite my neck?"
Faye straddled her, lowering his voice, "Otherwise, where do you want me to bite?"
His gaze lightly glanced at her chest.
Tessa immediately raised her hands to cover in front, shouting, "Don't even think about it, they're not soft white buns. When you see them, don't rush over like a hungry wolf with your eyes glowing green and gnaw fiercely!"
Faye laughed, and that smile was full of teasing flavor.
He only said, "Are you sure they have the height of buns?"
Tessa opened her mouth wide, but couldn't say a word.
Who could blame her, when she lay down, the two masses of fat on her chest flowed to the sides; her self-proclaimed glorious 34B turned into a flat expanse.
She glared at him, wanting to get up.
Faye, who was straddling her, pressed down like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, pinning her beneath him again.
