Jess didn’t want to show how excited it made her, however her mask slipped the moment she turned around and found Megan’s breasts in her face. The sable Amazon was shockingly quiet when she wanted to be, her clothes neatly folded on a sink.
A fine layer of sweat clung to her, the overhead lights casting an elegant sheen across her body. Her nipples were even darker than the rest of her, areolae two blackholes that drew Jess in. She barely realised what she was doing until a nub was in her mouth. Megan rarely showed everything, even then it was only while walking to and from a shower at best. Clearly not for lack of pride in herself.
It was another means of teasing. Or a way to distract her from her goal, Jess concluded. She didn’t pull away though, swiping her tongue around pebbly areolae, then the juicy teat itself. Everything about Megan was gluttonous. Her belly was round, supple but firm, her breasts bigger than either of their heads, with nipples wider than two of Jess’s fingers. Even her temperature was excessive, passing onto the blonde and making her stuffy clothes unbearable.