Twenty seven

Jasmine ran over to him and squatted in front of him. She placed both her hands on his lap, causing Donovan to vibrate all over. He raised his head slightly and his eyes hit her cleavage, this time he was able to see the color of her bra and her plump boobs which sat in them comfortably.

He squirmed inwardly, about to burst from the pleasure that hit him all over.

He was unable to look away, as much as he wanted to. He glued his face to her cleavage and gently licked his lower lips unconsciously. His surroundings became her only, he could only see her. He could only see her cleavage, her skin, and the rise and fall of her chest.

Meanwhile, she stretched her hand to his chest and gently slid it through to relax his mind. Donovan couldn't help it, his breath seized, and he gently vibrated. Jasmine raised her head, wondering what was wrong with him, and at the same time, she met with his eyes.

There was a moment of silence, each lost in the other’s eyes. Donovan, fighting to refrain