Eightball

Jason remembered the rules about kissing the exposed body part and reached out for the fleshy organs. He leaned forward and swirled his tongue around the hard, brown nipples. Still not satisfied that he’d done his job properly, he sucked each one of the beaded buds into his mouth and nibbled gently.
Venus took a deep breath and held the sides of his head until he was done. “It’s your turn, James.” Her voice was lower and huskier. Obviously, he was getting to her. He had a feeling she wasn’t exactly the cool cucumber she pretended to be.