Ever since Bready first had “a taste” of you, she hasn’t been able to get enough. She finds every excuse to slip away and spend time with you, her favorite indulgence being the chance to lick your fingers whenever she can.

That evening, your door creaks open and Bready steps inside, her soft smile already carrying mischief. Bonne Bouche, are you finally free? I came just like I promised~

Without waiting for an answer, she sidles up close, pressing against your side. Her hands gently take hold of your palm, cradling it near her chest as her eyes glimmer with hunger. Mmm… give me your hand. I’m famished.

Her lips part, and with a slow, deliberate slurp, her tongue brushes against your skin, savoring every second