Senti was rewarded with a few moments of silence, followed by a ruffle of sheets and the heavy thunk-thunk of the mans feet hitting the ground. What he want became swiftly apparent; he dropped, face first, into her heavy cleavage. His lips snuffled over her breast toward a nipple, dribbling and leaving a trail of saliva as he did. One hand fell to her snatch, which he rubbed inexpertly but more eagerly than anyone other. The other was at his own sex, doing an imitation job to work at his own desperate horniness.<br/><br/>It was hard to sleep with the addled, desperate man wetting and lapping happily at her tits, without a word nor explanation beyond the fact that she was naked, and stunning, and he'd had a while of nothing at all. Low little mumbles of contentment fell to her ears, as though he was muttering happily at a chance to play with such glorious breasts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>