34-Sir I want to lick you

Both of them breathing became heavy.

The bedroom, where the air conditioning was on full blast, but began to heat up uncontrollably, and the air was filled with a mixture of tension and apprehension.

From the moment his fingers touched Hermosa's chest, Brent's sanity melted away as if he had been struck by some deadly compulsion. His eyes glowed red, his eyes only seeing Hermosa's smooth skin and panting red lips as he ran his large hands down the hem of Hermosa's loose shirt, caressing her slender waist and smooth spine, and sliding back to pinch the soft flesh of her breasts in front of him.

His hands were icy, his fingers thick with hard calluses. They were calluses from the long hours he had spent holding scalpels and paintbrushes. He placed the cold palms of his hands completely over Hermosa's breasts. A shade of ecstasy from lust burned beneath his eyes. With one hand he kept rubbing the flesh of Hermosa's breasts.

With his other hand he undid her blouse.

Hermosa's upper body