Yelena's body trembled as a second climax surged through her, leaving her utterly drenched below. Her panties clung to her skin, soaked through with her arousal, her pussy pulsing with a slick, warm wetness that dripped down her thighs, pooling at the edges of her clothing.
But in that moment, she didn't care.
She was lost in a dreamy, euphoric haze, her heart soaring with a happiness she couldn't explain. Her eyes—half-lidded with pleasure, fixed on Mika as he continued to worship her breasts.
One nipple was engorged in his mouth, his lips sucking with a gentle, almost reverent intensity, as if he were savoring every moment. His fingers played with her other nipple—teasing and fiddling with it, rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Yelena watched, a serene smile spreading across her face, her entire world narrowed to this intimate connection. Nothing else mattered, not the taboo, not the shame, just the pure, overwhelming lust that enveloped her.
