Ivory slid in last but not least. Her hug was playful-rough, full of that wild energy she always brought—hands sliding down deliberate to palm and squeeze my newly widened hips with appreciative groans, fingers digging into the plush curves like she was testing them out.
She devoured my mouth smirky and filthy, tongue thrusting deep and teasing with a sharp little nip at the end that pulled a needy whimper straight from my throat, fresh slick gathering warm and insistent between my thighs as she finally let go with a satisfied hum.
The onslaught of those deep kisses left me dizzy and exhausted in the best possible way—my fragile, petite frame trembling lightly even with its sinful new enhancements, chest heaving heavy and fast, breaths coming in shy little stutters as I tried to catch up.
