Breast Play Stories Novels & Stories

I don't know what Raka was thinking; there was no way he could be stunned by the size of my D cup breasts even though my breasts are a bit plump. The more I shake, my breasts also move to the rhythm of my body. Raka started pinching my small nipples. "Your nipples are pink," muttered Raka, making me moan because the touch was intense enough to spread to my female parts. "Ahh..Shh…No, don't do that," I whined. Raka's eyes did not move from my breasts; the pinching motion turned rough toying with my breast nipples. "Ahhh…No…No, don't "I shouted hard

Sitting up, I begin pulling my top off, her hands wrapping around me, unfastening my bra; it is thrown on the floor, her hands pulling me closer to her, our breasts colliding. Her mouth kissing my neck again, pushing me back down on the bed, her lips moving down, finally finding my breasts, she is kissing them softly, her tongue gently stroking over the nipple. With one hand she starts playing with my breasts, the other unfastening my trousers. My hands begin to run down her body, feeling across her breasts, my fingers tingling from the touch. I love touching her soft, warm skin. My hands played with her breasts as she teased mine; reaching down the side of the bed, she pulled up a blindfold

"Hmmm..." I'm holding back a sound. I don't know where to put my hands when his lips touch my chest. One of his hands is on my other breast, playing with the top of it. Rozzean's mouth took my nipples; he sucked on them like a baby. I could really feel the top of my chest inside his mouth. He played with it using his tongue. "Ohhh... R-Rozzean..." I felt a strong desire for him and I want to do more... feel more of his touch.

She had small, athletic breasts that always made her feel self-conscious, but under his gaze, she had never felt sexier. "Unhook your bra." He commanded. She raised herself slightly on her elbows and unhooked it, releasing her boobs from the bra. She laid back down and Bernard began to trace lines again from her neck to her collarbone, then further down. His fingers reached one of her nipples and he began to play with it skillfully, like a sly cat playing with chew toys. She gasped and closed her eyes as his fingers continued to work their magic on that mound of taut flesh. She pushed her breast further into his hand and he obliged, grabbing her whole breast and squeezing slightly.

Yet her moan quickly changes into a grunt when the clothespin snaps shut around her nipple, amplified when I do the same on her other breast. Then she's silent once more, and I reach down to rub her clit slowly to take away the sting caused by the plastic now biting into her nipples. I keep rubbing her until I see her relax again, then I add more clothespins to her tits until the soft flesh is haphazardly obstructed with brightly colored plastic. The clothespins are by far not the nastiest I keep in my playroom, but I know that they can develop quite the pinch if left on long enough. One way

She cried out, her rhythm stuttering for a second. “Ohhhh, yes,” she squealed, the sound high and filled with exquisite pleasure. “Play with my boobs, Alpha. Touch them.” I obeyed, pinching and rolling her nipples gently, then more firmly. Each touch made her gasp, made her inner muscles clamp down on my cock in a delicious, rhythmic squeeze. Her riding became more urgent, the sensual circles transforming into powerful, driving bounces. She leaned forward slightly, putting her hands on my chest for leverage, which pushed her magnificent breasts together, offering them up to me.

He grabbed my bra and tried to remove it and when he couldn’t, he just forcefully ripped it. Screaming, I bit his lip for him to let go of my lips. “You tore my bra apart!” He showed it to me, proud of what he had done. He then smirked. “I’ll give you more of its type and design. Let me know your size first.” A moan escaped my lips when he cupped my boobs. Watching my reaction, he drew circles on my nipples and every time I’d moan, he would stop and pinch it. “You’re torturing me, Adrian.”

A woman with full, jiggling breasts climbs onto the throne, straddling my lap, her pussy grinding against my thigh, her hands cupping my breasts, squeezing, making them bounce in her palms. The throne vibrates with movement. The tall man's fingers join his tongue, thrusting into my pussy, curling to hit my g-spot, making me squirt a little with each pump. My tits heave faster, bouncing as I grind into his face. The full-breasted woman leans down, her tits hanging heavy, bouncing as she sucks my nipple, teeth grazing, making it peak and ache. A lean man with a long cock stands beside, his hands grabbing my other breast, squeezing, his cock rubbing against it, the friction making my tit bounce

He grabbed his d**k and started stroking himself, watching him stroke himself made my p*ssy tingled. "Now, start playing with yourself" "Huh?" I asked. Play with myself? That's something I haven't done that before. "Play with yourself, I wanna watch you play with yourself" Well, maybe I should give it a try. My fingers found their ways to my p*ssy and started rubbing it, while my other hand grabbed my breast. I began to massage my breast as best as I could, while my fingers gently dipped in my p*ssy and started thrusting in and out.

Nolan began to move his fingers and knead the tender meat on his hands. Hasley couldn’t believe her fantasies were finally turning into reality. She had always been a breast person. She loved it when her partners played with her tits, as Nolan was doing now. Unable to control herself, Hasley let out one moan after another. She grabbed Nolan by the head and pulled him closer to her chest.