Breast Play Stories Novels & Stories

His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, squeezing and caressing them as I continued to ride him. Frank adjusted the lounge chair, raising his upper body upward. He reached forward to grab my breast, and I learned to meet his hands. He amused himself by playing with my breast and nipples while I continued to wiggle around on his cock. His mouth reached my breast as he pulled me closer, and he began sucking and licking my nipples. I started moving up and down on his cock as he worked his mouth on my breast. My nipples were so sensitive that I could almost cum from having them played with. I began to raise and lower my head on his cock while holding the arms of the chair. I could feel the i

' I smiled, "well... I'm glad we both enjoy it. It's amazing..." Sleep started kicking in and I laid back down and put my hand inside my shirt. I don't know what I was thinking... when I'm sleepy I usually do this.. so I held my breast and started playing with my nipple. She furrowed her brows at me and cleared her throat, 'umh... baby what are you doing?' I shook my head, "nothing.. I'm just so sleepy..." 'You're playing with your breasts.. stop it..' I laughed, "but baby I'm not doing anything... I swear I'm just so fucken sleepy..."

She yelped in return but did not remove her hand but rather started to toy with my low dangling sack and balls. I got back into rhythm, then decided I too could play games. I reached up and unsnapped her bra. Instead of objecting, she released my balls briefly and pulled the bra off herself as best she could in that position, saying, "Still no peeking." Then we went back where we had been, except I bent forward slightly and reached around grabbed her swinging mounds and played with them. The nipples that I had felt before through her bra were now unconstrained and pressing into the palm of my hands like a couple of pen caps -- long, hard cylinders. So, in addition to manipulating her firm br

she beat his chest playfully and also tried to laugh. He carried her back to the couch and played with her nipples. The tingles it sent her was unexplainable, she knew Allen hadn't gone down to business and she was this excited to explore him. She wanted him so bad, all her hormones told her so. When his lips went for her breast she grabbed him tighter scared she might leave a scar. He knew well how to use his tongue, they nibbled on her breast dots and she moaned in satisfaction. He didn't forget to go down her navel and tickle them with his tongue again, that spot gave her joy and only few knew how to play the navel game. He was one of them and she would be a liar if she said she didn't li

I asked. She said quietly…”Yes I do, I love play with my nipples, they tingle when I do that.” She slid closer up on me. Bringing her tits very close to my face. She whispered: (“….did you want to feel them?”) My answer was my hands reaching up through the open robe and feeling those little jewels. Her eyes closed as she started rocking back and forth on my tummy. I gently played with her nipples and she moaned quietly. I pulled her to me and I started sucking on her tits. She began to breathe hard and kept rocking her pussy on my tummy. Her arms began to get tired, so she slowly dropped down on me still sucking on her tits. She still rocked her pussy on me.

The direct heat of her skin scorched straight through the fabric of my trousers, making my pulse jump. She didn’t move it away. Neither did I. We talked for a long time. She explained their methods: learning through play, storytelling, and direct experience. Her voice was calm and melodic. And every single time she leaned in to point at something, her breast would graze my arm. I tried to focus on my notes, but my eyes kept drifting to the soft curve of her breasts, the silver ring in her nipple, the way her thighs pressed together. The sheer weight of the unhurried silence between her sentences made the air feel thick and electric.

Lowering her hand she pulled the top down exposing her breast. "Do I look like I'm only going to tease you?" "Oh...." he swallowed as he took in her large round breast with their hard pink nipples. "They're.....perfect." "Yeah," she asked, and as she released his dick, she cupped both her breast and held them up for him, "Are they as nice as you thought?" "Better." he said. He reached out tentatively and placed his hand over her right breast. "Don't be shy boy," she whispered, "Play with them as you want. show me how bad you want them."

I don’t know, I didn’t want to fucking care at that point. She brought my face closer to her breast and made the nipples touch my skin. “Do you like that?” She asked me but didn’t even let me talk, instead, she placed my hand on her left breast, while she brought her mouth to the right, and I opened and began sucking it. She moaned as her body started to vibrate, but I didn’t want to get caught, so I stopped, brought out my handkerchief, and placed it on her mouth to stop it, then I continued with the breast play

My dick was straining against the fabric of my pants, and it was pushing at the zipper, begging to be touched. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Yet, as much as I blinked, the action in front of me didn’t stop. She lay on the podium, her back arched and pushing her full tits in the air, her nipples standing proud and her breasts looking heavy on her chest. I wanted to reach out and touch her, caress her, make her come undone.

WARNING This story contains mature, sensitive, and explicit content unsuitable for young or sensitive readers. Reader discretion is advised. MARIMAR OQUENDO’S POINT OF VIEW “W-Wait, Levi! A-Ah!” I groaned as his hands suddenly closed around my full breasts. Without warning, he pulled down my top, baring my chest to him—my peaks already hardened and standing taut. His blue eyes went wide, and he clapped his hands together. “Yay! Cocomelon!” he said, as he began to play with it, gently squeezing and jiggling my breasts.