Blackmailed Pussy. P4

Under the dim light of the kitchen, he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, exposing her pert, pink nipples. Her breath hitched as he leaned in to taste her flesh, his tongue swirling around her nipple while his hand grabbed her firm ass, pulling her close. She moaned softly, arching into his touch. He moved down to her waist, unfastening her jeans, sliding them and her panties down her legs. She kicked them off, stepping out of them. In response, he gently grasped her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. Her heart raced as he placed soft kisses down her neck, his stubble tickling her sensitive skin. He moved lower still, kissing and licking his way down her stomach until he reached his destination—her blackmailed pussy.