Peter reached around her, pulling her petite form close to him. They were such opposites, an impossible pairing. Peter felt his tummy, grown 20 pounds heavier than he should have ever allowed, rest against the flat muscles of her stomach. He sensed the smooth virtues of her skin compared to the hairy appendages that made up his body. Peter moved his mouth to a nipple, amazed at how perfect they were, practically no areola but a thick, hard nub the color of pink bubble gum. She truly was blessed.

His tongue snaked out, licking with pressure up and down the nipple head before consuming her breast. She moaned, grasping his body closer to her as she pushed her chest further into him. Peter felt her kiss his neck, his ear.

“You know me, Peter. I want to fuck loudly. To do it all. I don’t care who hears,” she whispered in her delectable Eastern European accent.

“What about the others? They’ll probably wake up soon if they haven’t already,” Peter smiled.

“I don’t care. I want your tongue inside me.”