I adored those full, plump lips of hers, slightly parted in sleep and looking so soft and kissable.
And those massive, heavy breasts pressing so firmly and heavily against my chest — I could clearly feel her dark, sensitive nipples hardening even more in her sleep, poking teasingly and erotically into my skin with every subtle movement of her breathing body.
But Sara really is one hell of a beautiful woman.
The kind that hits you right in the chest every single time you look at her.
Right now, she was still deep in sleep after everything we put each other through.
She's normally so alert that even an ant scraping its tiny legs across a dried leaf in the corner of the room would have her eyes flying open instantly, ready for anything.
But not this morning. She was totally knocked out, breathing slow and heavy, her powerful Amazon body limp and trusting all over me.
I stayed there underneath her for a long moment, my mind going back over what the hell we actually did yesterday.
