Boob Massage Novels & Stories

She straddled him then, letting her tits fall in his face as she began to rotate her chest around in small circles, smothering poor Bobby's face in a virtual avalanche of warm tit flesh. He waited until this newest exquisite torment was finished, and she moved her massage on down to his chest before he counted fifteen. As her boobs bounced merrily on down his chest, and onto his tummy his cock began to twitch in budding anticipation of those soft pillowy tits reaching down to them. Samantha smiled wickedly. Knowing what her teasing must be doing to him, she slid her chest around in a wide circular motion over his tummy. Having a sudden inspiration she paused to look up at him. "Where does yo

I turned my back to his chest and started undressing, sighing as my breasts became free as I removed the bondage that was a bra. I brought my hands to my boobs and massaged the flesh there, wincing as it felt a bit sore. I shivered as I felt a hand creep up and encapsulate my boobs, sighing as he massaged my boobs. Closing my eyes, I leaned in, loving his administration. All that came to an abrupt end as he pinched my nipples hard and I yelped, almost slipping from his hands.

Although I didn't understand what it was, I still obediently lay on the bed and let them unbutton my clothes. “Your Highness, you can't wear this kind of underwear anymore. Men like big breasts, and if you want to please Sir Nuri Rodriguez, you have to take care of Your breasts.” To please Nuri Rodriguez? What does that have to do with the size of my breasts? Their big hands kept rubbing my breasts. I felt some pain, but I could only grit my teeth. “After the massage, your breasts will get bigger.” I wasn't sure if my breasts were getting bigger, but after their massage, my breasts started to tingle a little. I slipped my hand over my chest and a strange feeling came over me.

I feel you relaxing a bit, as your shoulders drop and you stretch out, your body calling out for more of my touch. Now warmed from the friction of rubbing over your shirt, I take my hand and lift your shirt, transferring my massage to your bare skin. I knew you weren't wearing a bra, and I now feel the soft skin on your back. You continue to relax even further, as I lift your shirt up, bunching it near your neck. I gently massage your shoulders with both hands, then rub down the sides of your body, lightly touching the sides of your breasts which are flattened under you. I continue this motion, up your back to your shoulders, then down the sides, with increasing pressure on your breasts with

my hands on her skin conveying not only physical comfort but also a deep emotional connection, nurturing our bond and reminding her of how deeply I care. The massage continue, my hands adapting to Mia's needs, exploring every inch of her body with reverence and care. I pay attention to the subtle cues her body offer, adjusting my touch to provide the most soothing experience possible. My hands start to wonder around her body to her breasts and I massage the soft skin with my palms, softly kneading them. I take her nipples in between my thumb and forefinger slightly putting pressure on them as I roll them between my fingers.

"It makes the heat feel better." Thomas lets out a frustrated growl before he squeezes my breast and rubs his thumb over my nipple. Sparks erupt all over my skin and I can feel myself growing wetter by the moment. But it isn't enough. I want more. Grabbing his other hand, I place it on my other breast and close my eyes. Thomas massages my breasts before he runs his hands down my sides and onto my hips.

“Some men don’t know that our tits should be treated like fragile objects. Too much pressure is not pleasurable.” She released my hand and rummaged in the drawer. She held a feather in her hand and when she came back. She ran the feather lightly on my arms. “This is how you should massage her breasts light and feathery.” I imitated the caressing action of the feather on my skin and massaged her breasts lightly, stroking them gently. Her nipples grew taut under my persistent massaging. They seemed to beg to be kissed and sucked. I was unable to resist as I stooped down to take them into my mouth, alternately. Sophie moaned in elation as I nibbled, sucked and caressed that area. By then my dic

My head was slung over the tub edge as my breath became shallow and heavy. I started from my shoulders to the back of my neck before maneuvering my way to my chest. Gathering my left breast, I gave the flesh there a little tug, grinding the soft skin to my palm, and then gave the nipples a gentle pinch before gliding my hands to my right breast and I repeated the same movement I did on the first, only this time, it was more intense and fast.

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I probably spent more time on her butt than was necessary, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. Next, I moved down to her thighs, starting on the back sides and working around to the front. She began moaning again, so I came up underneath her and, as I slid the luffa up onto her stomach, she straightened her body and leaned back against me. That's when I dropped the scrubber and started using my hands instead. Taking hold of both breasts at once, I began to knead them, making sure to brush my thumbs across her nipples every few seconds. That earned me a lot of moans from the back of her throat.