Chapter 387: Cinnamon and clover (1)

George admired the sight of Dawn's breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Her blue lacy bra hugged her curves perfectly and the color matched her eyes. It was like it was made for her.

He licked his lips while imagining what her nipples look like, and how they will feel on his tongue. Would it taste like cinnamon? He knew that he could remove that bra easily and confirm, but part of him enjoyed the guessing game.

Dawn's nipples were just like Dawn herself; a mystery, something he was yet to uncover, but he knew it was his.

George pinched Dawn's chin with this thumb and index finger and lifted her head and he took his time memorizing her features. Light blue eyes with a hint of gray… small nose… pinkish lips… and adorable freckles that created an intricate pattern on her nose and cheeks that were now rosy because she was flustered.