He slides down, pushing my legs further apart, his breath a whisper in anticipation. His tongue finds its way to the depths of my desire as I let out a soft moan, unable to hide my pleasure as he savors the taste of my derangement.
I stroke them hungrily, my hands exploring every inch of their taut, soft skin. The warmth of their shape fills my palms as I gradually become aware of their size. I relish the sensation of the subtle variations in texture, like velvet-smooth hills and valleys, adding to the erotic adventure.