Stand up and suck her tits

"Yes," Viper murmured, her hands sliding to the zipper of her top.

Her chest was like the majestic peak of a imposing hill range, a gentle rise beneath the taut green fabric. The shapes were full and generous, crafted by nature itself and artfully emphasized by the suit. Every curve, every gentle rise and fall, told a story of femininity and elegance.

I slid her zipper down, revealing her magnificent breasts. They spilled out, the firm, round globes bouncing free. Her nipples were stiff, jutting out from her areolas. I cupped her breast, feeling the heavy weight in my hand. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently.

Viper gasped, arching her back. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation. I lowered my head, flicking my tongue across her nipple. I circled the sensitive bud, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Viper moaned, her breathing becoming ragged. I closed my mouth over her nipple, sucking hard. I nipped at the erect bud, my teeth grazing her tender flesh.

"Fuck," she breathed. "Harder."

I bit down harder, eliciting a moan from her. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. I bit down again, causing her to gasp. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, lapping at the tender bud. Viper cried out as I nipped her again, her thighs squeezing together.

"That's right," Viper panted. "Just like that."

I switched to her other nipple, biting down. I nibbled on her tender flesh, teasing her with my tongue. I felt her tense, her grip on my hair tightening.

"Enough," she gasped. "I need to see what other talents you have."