Chapter 31 Sexiest Model Fantasy (3)

Cynthia’s mouth pulled off my nipple with a wet pop, the sound echoing in the penthouse like a dirty little promise. We both froze for a second, then burst into soft, breathy laughs—giddy, reckless, caught up in the heat of it all. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, my lips finding her tits—full and soft, her nipples dark and stiff against my tongue. I sucked hard, swirling around one, then the other, tasting her skin, feeling her shudder under me. She moaned low, her hands gripping my shoulders, urging me on. Then she pulled back, smirking like she had a secret. “Hold on,” she purred, sliding off me to grab one of the shopping bags she’d dropped by the door. My heart pounded as she rummaged, pulling out a can of whipped cream with a wicked grin. She shook it, popped the cap, and sprayed a thick, cold swirl across her tits, the white cream dripping down her curves. “Come get it,” she teased, and I didn’t hesitate—I dove in, sucking the hell out of her, my tongue lapping up the sweet mess. She moaned louder, head tipping back, her fingers threading through my hair as I devoured her, the cream smearing across my lips, my chin, her skin.