Breast Vore Novels & Stories

She mоаnѕ аnd I lift оut оnе breast frоm thе loose neckline. I suck and lісk and lаvе оn her tеndеr flеѕh, and she grоаnѕ, wrіgglіng under mу mouth tо рull dоwn thе tор оf hеr drеѕѕ to her waist. I рull away mаѕѕаgе both of hеr breasts now, рrеѕѕіng them tоgеthеr аnd kneading hеr ѕkіn until ѕhе’ѕ gаѕріng wіth рlеаѕurе.

She mоаnѕ аnd I lift оut оnе breast frоm thе loose neckline. I suck and lісk and lаvе оn her tеndеr flеѕh, and she grоаnѕ, wrіgglіng under mу mouth tо рull dоwn thе tор оf hеr drеѕѕ to her waist. I рull away mаѕѕаgе both of hеr breasts now, рrеѕѕіng them tоgеthеr аnd kneading hеr ѕkіn until ѕhе’ѕ gаѕріng wіth рlеаѕurе.

He was about to claim his brother's wife. Roccio's three fingers moved quickly in and out of Vira's core. She leaned against the sink, her face flushed. Roccio grabbed her dress and pulled it down, revealing her breasts. It was easy; she wore a tube dress. Vira's breasts spilled out. Roccio licked his lips, seeing her nipples. He wanted to lick and suck them until she cried, but he could do that later. He squeezed her nipples hard, eliciting cries of pain and pleasure.

My eyelids pressed tightly, hands coming up to his hair, pulling them from the roots as Xavier traced the length of my collarbone down to my cleavage with his tongue. I hissed when Xavier sucked on the exposed skin of my left breast, surely marking me. He heaved my sports bra over my head, not taking a beat to claim one of my nipples in his mouth, discarding my top somewhere. My back concave from the matting, giving him more access to my body, and he didn’t disappoint. He kneaded my breast while giving enough attention to nibble my pert nipple, toying with the other with his thumb and forefinger.

Fortunately, I was able to stifle a whimper by biting my lower lip. Vish's one hand was violently massaging my other breast. Who doesn't get turned on when someone is doing something like these to your body?! Definitely not me. He kept on sucking my boob. I'm slightly tickled by what he does, but I like and love it at the same time. Vish's other free hand slowly crawled from my belly down to the delicate part of my body. He put his hand inside my pajamas and gently massaged my womanhood which was still covered by my panty.

Lavender: I had my breasts out and my dress pulled down to my stomach while I held their dicks in my hands and pleasured them. Easton was playing with my breast on his side while Igor was pinching my nipple. I rubbed my fist up and down Igor's shaft, feeling the veins in his skin. My body was hunched over into Easton's lap, my mouth sucking his cock till it hit the back of my throat. I took Easton's cock out of my mouth and held it with my hand, turning over to Igor's cock and sucking it.

I sucked in a shocked breath as Vincenzo cupped my breast through the fabric and moved his fingers over my nipples. Push him away, Anya, my mind was telling me but I just couldn’t move. A part of me wanted him gone and a part of me wanted him to continue. He was staring at me, his gaze on mine as he watched me. My body tightened when I moaned. My eyes widened when I moaned. Vincenzo smirked as he pinched my nipples hard. He turned me and I heard the zip of my gown coming down. He undid the clasp of my bra and my breast sprang free. He turned me back and stared at my breast.

She wrapped her arms around him, and he growled as he ripped off her dress. He stopped and stared at her full breasts. They smelled like breast milk. He continued kissing her skin, unclasped her bra, and sucked her breasts. He stopped when something came out of them. It tasted strange, and he stared at her. She smirked and caressed his face. "Do you like that, Victor? You used to suck my breasts like that before I gave birth." "What the fuck?" He pushed himself up. He was already aroused, but realizing she was a mother made him uneasy. She scoffed and pushed him back down onto the bed. She straddled him and removed the rest of her clothes.

Her breasts have also slightly sagged because when her children were younger, she breastfed all of them. But Vangie was amazed that Bert seemed completely unconcerned. After kissing her lips and wrestling with her tongue, his lips traveled down to her neck. Sucking. Tongue. Kiss. Vangie almost had to stop breathing because of it. She clung to the back of the young man's head to gather strength. She didn't even realize how Bert had removed her shirt and bra; she only felt that he was now romancing her breasts. "Bert..."

She relaxed into the chair, enjoying the hands that danced expertly across her neck and shoulders as a soft sigh escaped her lips. "Oh but you do", the woman murmured as a small smirk spread across her face. It came as no surprise when she felt the hands move lower and graze her breasts through the thin cotton camisole she was wearing. Her nipples were already erect and without a bra, they pushed out against the fabric, seeking out stimulation. The thought that voodoo was so deeply embedded in blood and sex crossed her mind as the straps of her camisole were pushed down and hands freed her breasts from its confines.