Suck them like it's your last meal

You found her — an Indian goddess who makes your mouth water before you've even touched her.

You can't stop staring at the weight of what's in front of you, full and heavy and demanding your attention. You feel the pull in your gut, something primal telling you to lean in, to taste, to press your lips against warm skin and not come up for air.

You already know how this ends — with your hands gripping, your tongue working slow and deliberate, and every thought in your head gone except the desperate need to have more.