By the time Luca finally pulled back from the relentless kissing, sucking, and biting, Lulu was a complete wreck.
Her legs had turned to jelly and she could barely stand on her own.
Her plush ass pressed back against his chest for support as she leaned heavily into him, chest heaving with ragged pants and tiny, broken whimpers.
Sweat glistened along her spine and the backs of her thighs. Her eyes were glassy, dazed like she'd just been caught in a storm and somehow come out the other side alive but forever changed.
But she truly had gone through the whirlwind of her life.
After all, in her mind, biting and licking had always belonged to animals—cute, primal little things she'd watched with fondness: puppies nipping playfully, kittens grooming each other, chicks pecking gently at feed.
Animalistic, sure, but innocent. Adorable.
She'd never imagined it could feel like this.
