Breast Play Stories Novels & Stories

He continues what he wants to do with me, and he starts it by kissing my neck going down to my nipples. He is starting to play with it, and I feel my chest is growing into a breast while he plays with it. I unexpectedly moan because of how good he is. The tingling sensation he is giving me drives me crazy, and he is doing both of my nipples. He stays there for almost half an hour, playing and massaging my breast. Finally, he stops and looks at my shameless expression, "Look to your right." I did what he said, and I look to my right and see a mirror.

As her back arched from the mattress, I inserted one finger as she gasped to the pressure of a second in the midst. “Is that okay?” She nodded and I couldn't help but watch in amazement as she began to play with her own nipples. “Jesus baby, you're making me jealous of your naughty little fingers…” “Please…” She whimpered as I couldn't help but play with her. I slowed my mouth but sped up my fingers and it made her almost purr before I lifted my hand and cupped her breast. I tweaked one nipple and then the other as she whimpered my name.

I can hear the smile on her face when she says proudly, "That's my girl." She continues to play with my breasts while her hand rubs my clit. I let myself feel the sensation that touching those areas create while blocking out the knowledge of who's touching me and it seems to work. I let myself believe it's Cass with me and as long as my eyes are closed, it works.

He wanted me as much as I wanted but he was serious about the punishment. Like he said, I don't have a say,he would probably cut me off. I grabbed my boobs and began bouncing them up and down. They were so full and they fit my hands perfectly. I wished he was the one doing this. To make it easier for me, I imagine him as the one touching and playing with my breasts. “Play with your nipples,” He instructed. I bet he was enjoying the p**n show. I reached my hands for nipples and began twisting them in circles. I felt a rush of pleasure, a sweet intensity between my legs that left me breathless. I unintentionally parted my legs for exposure. I wished that would tempt him to get in and make me f

Her breasts felt heavy, achy, and when he cupped one in his big palm, she let out a moan. “Yes, touch me,” she breathed into the night. “Please.” His thumb circled her nipple. She leaned backward until she was half-lying on the couch with him over her. He played with her other breast, but it wasn’t enough. She arched against him, and he took the cue, trailing his hand up under her shirt to clasp her bare breast. Biting the inside of her cheek, she stifled a groan at the sensation of his fingers on her breast.

Mom suddenly pleaded, "Baby, play with my tits and nipples. I want to feel your strong hands on my tits when I cum on your hard cock. I love when you play with mommy's big tits." Needing no further requests, I quickly brought my hands to her large breasts and began to grope and massage her breasts. Mom moaned in pleasure and cried out as I began pinching her nipples between my fingers. I then began rubbing the undersides of her breasts with my thumbs, making mom moan even louder. Mom began to moan out taunts, saying, "You're such a dirty boy, playing with your mother's breasts. You should be ashamed of yourself, baby. I can't believe you'd be so depraved as to get turned on by playing with y

“I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.” Her legs shook, and I knew she was trying to close them.I smirked. “I bet you are soaked even now.” I moved to her side, my hand touching her belly. “Dirty little slut, getting excited to die, innit?”Her body rose as her skin tried to keep contact with my gloved hand.“Tell me, doll, where should I start?” I leaned down, whispering in her ear. “Should I play with your nipples first?” My fingers took one of them between and pinched it. “Should I make you scream from pain?” I twisted, but all I got was a soft gasp. “Or maybe you are more into impact play?” I slapped her breast, making it jiggle. “I’m gonna take a picture of

He rips the straps and I feel the piece of clothing scatter away from me. He flips me over, effortlessly. A hand grabs my breast. He chooses to move to my left tit, and begins to squeeze and play with it. He then takes my nipple between his fingers, pinching it hard. I feel him move his hands between my breasts while still pushing his fingers into me. His hand fingers move to my right nipple. He massages it and caresses my nipples. He brings his mouth over my breasts. He continues playing with them while he plunges his fingers into me, bringing me up to my climax. But then, back down.

Rhonda grazed the palm of her hand against the already hard nipples. "Oh, you poor thing! What was the other one doing?" her breathing quickened. "The other one? He played with my nipples like this." Rhonda now twirled the nipples. Gina's mouth gaped open. There was silence for a time while Rhonda was playing with her breasts—twirling, pinching, flicking the nipples, and grabbing the entire mound while squeezing it hard were performed skillfully, forcing Gina to keep her mouth agape and rolled her eyes several times.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.