Milady gasped, her breath coming in ragged, broken hitches as Ray's tongue flattened out, lapping and pounding her sensitive spot with a brutal, fucking ruthless rhythm. Her hips twitched off the edge of the seat, trying to scramble away from the overwhelming heat, but Ray clamped his hands around her knees, locking those skinny thighs wide open.
"R-Ray— wait—" Her arrogant command split right down the middle, turning into a helpless, high-pitched whimper.
Ray didn't slow down for a damn second. His left hand snaked up, sliding over her smooth ribs that were flushed red from the steam, then grabbed her tiny tits. She fit right into his broad palm. Without an ounce of mercy, Ray squeezed her hard, his thumb finding her small, rock-hard nipple and rolling it raw.
Milady arched her back high. Her small frame locked up against the wet tiles, a heavy, wrecked moan tearing straight out of her throat.
