They lay tangled together, breathing slowly coming back to normal after their passionate lovemaking. Arman’s hand never left Sana’s body. His palm rested possessively on one of her full, soft breasts, gently kneading it as he kissed her neck.
“I can’t get enough of these,” he murmured, voice still thick with lust and love. “These perfect fucking tits… they drive me crazy.”
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