"Ahhhhhhhh!" She hummed each time his hands roamed her belly, teasingly spreading out.

Helen felt her pores breathe, due to the intense relaxation she felt at the same time.

Biting her lips while trembling, she suddenly arched her back upward when his hands slipped beneath her boobs, easing the tension beneath.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Helen moaned, biting into the pillow as Miles became more daring and directly scooped the base of her boobs in both hands.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" She curled like a smitten kitten, jerked the pillow from her face and froze as she held his hands from advancing further.

’This is too much. I can’t bear so much at the same time. His hands make things worse.’

Already feeling moist between her legs, Helen feared what would happen if she lost it. Her eyes found Miles’ and saw them completely cold and detached.

He was about to loosen it.

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’Damn it bitch.’

Just as he was about to unleash his assault after feeling how soft and surreal her boobs were. Miles felt indignant. If things went at this pace, he would be the one punished before Daniel.

So meeting her eyes, he let her know how greatly displeased he was.

And sure enough, her guilt reflected in her eyes and she softened her grip around his wrist and bit her lips like a slut.

’I’m gonna make you pay for this.’ Though he wanted to add another drop of aphrodisiac, Miles wanted a deep eruption of true lust.

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In her thoughts...

’Why do I feel guilty?’

Before Helen could understand this complex emotion, her grip softened and she felt Miles’ hold of her boobs tightened and became restless.

She saw him squeeze hard while staring straight into her eyes

She wanted to resist but failed miserably and moaned instead.

Now that the pillow was removed, her explicitly slutty eyes and flushed cheeks were revealed to Miles.

Helen felt defenseless like a cat scrapped of its fire.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Miles didn’t hold back, he dug his fingers into the firm surreal softness of her boobs and squeezed so hard that his fingerprints remained on them.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Hmmmmmmm– ! Hmmmmmm!"

Helen’s moans filled the room, unable to close her mouth.

For the first time she felt the extreme love someone could have for her boobs. She felt dirty, shame and ecstasy clouded her face.

But despite that, she didn’t try to stop Miles’ assault and only rested her grip on his wrist.

Miles noticed this and decided to spice things up in a way to get her hornier.

"You’ve got great boobs, Miss."

He complimented scooped more of her tits into his palm, squeezing hard as she moaned louder and jerked, squirming with murky sweat dripping on her face.

Hearing Miles’ ragged voice confessing his sincerest thoughts, Helen was completely smitten, she blushed and continued to withstand his assault.

"Hmmmmmmnm– " her breath stretched, blissful and meek.

"Such nice perfect boobs. You’re probably the only blessed with such."

" Ahhhhhhhh!"

" They are so big and soft that I want to suck them so bad."

" Ahhhhhhhh!"

Helen moaned, she couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

’Did he just confess that he wants to suck her boobs?’

She didn’t feel insulted, instead a sense of pride and satisfaction grew within her. She had never been spoken to like that before so it triggered a daring thought within her.

She opened her eyes once more and met Miles’ heated gaze that looked like he was about to lose it.

He was still massaging her boobs, so she summoned the courage to stop him despite the sense of loss.

Sensing the glint of importance in her eyes, Miles didn’t try to override her sense of control yet, so he stilled his hard squeeze of her boobs.

There was a moment of silence as the sound of their panting filled the room.

Helen hesitated, her cheeks rosy and spoke.

"Do... Do you really want to suck them?"

She asked, her eyes doubtful like she couldn’t really believe her boobs were just too appetising.

Miles was stunned for a moment.

’What the fuck? How can she be so distrustful despite all that I have displayed since?’

Yet for the sake of boobs, Miles nodded like a good dog about to serve its master.

"Yes, who wouldn’t?"

His voice, his gaze shook Helen and caused her to smile foolishly.

She stared at him for a moment like he was her beloved child and nodded.

" Hmmm– you can suck them... but be gentle."

Recalling the frenzied massage he gave her boobs, she quickly added.

’Naaah, there’s no way I’ll be docile as a dog.’

"But how can I hold back?" Miles asked and she got silent for a little moment, nodded, then raised up her own boobs to feed him.

’This is a big progress.’

"Here." She said and cutely closed her eyes.

The moment the sensation of Miles’ tongue latched onto her nipples, Helen hissed erotically and proactively responded to his touch.

" Hmmmmmm." With a deep breath, she jerked upward, her waist and neck arched. Her eyes were closed and her other hand instantly located his head and sunk her fingers inside his hair. She began rubbing it.

" Hmmmmmm." Helen moaned hoarsely, biting her lips as she tried to hold back from saying those words she desperately desired to say. To hold onto that fragile consciousness.

" Hmmmmmm." She let out a sultry deep breath when she felt his tongue purposefully lick her areola, rubbing it in a circle. She clenched her teeth but couldn’t let go, not now.

She tried but she lost the last straw when Miles finally ate her nipple. He held the tip between his teeth and tickled it with his tongue so hard that she couldn’t resist.

"Hmmm– yesss! Suck my tit harder like a good boy-Hmmmm , you suck so good! Yesss!" Her voice rang loud and illicit. Rubbing Miles’ head, she encouraged him.

"Yessss-! Suck mommy’s tit so good and squeeze it like an orange - Hmmmm-, it’s yours baby." Her motherly ego had been triggered alongside the slutty girl that had been restrained since her childhood.

Conservative my foot.

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Meanwhile, not far away, close to the district. Daniel was currently on his way home in a vehicle with the rest of the squad. They were going to drop him off.