Fondling Breasts Novels & Stories

Wiping my brow while shivering, I’m now thinking about each possible piece of lingerie and how these lights and cool air will accentuate the models’ attributes that won’t be hidden with glue. I make a mental note: nipple tape. Skin colored, it stops the pebbling of nipples. Okay, it doesn’t stop it. The tape hides it. Nipples harden. It happens. However, it’s not always produced by endorphins as books make it out to be. A simple cold chill can change the way the lingerie hangs. And, like in the books, certain buyers can be all too easily distracted. “Stephen!” I call out into the lights. “Remind me to check on nipple tape.”

Pouting my lips a little, I ran my hands down my body, brushing them over my bare breasts. I loved the way he twitched. It was almost like he was struggling to behave, but was desperately losing control of his desires. I pinched my nipples, just to tease him. "Do you want them, honey? I bet they taste good," I whispered, deliberately giving my full breasts a little shake to lure him in. It worked!

The sensations built up layer by layer made my pussy grow to a burning ache in her clitoral area. "Continue, Florence, unless you just want me to rub them all day,” With a shaky breath, I continued, “I would play with them, pinch, squeeze, and knead them with my hand just like you like it, then I would place them in my mouth, tasting and sucking them.” I stopped when he ran his finger along the underside of one breast from the base to the edge of my areola, and then he easily tore off the dress on my chest area, not enough to reveal my stomach, making me catch my breath.

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 smirked and then giggled, causing her breasts to bounce enticingly. A warm hand reached up and grasped her breast, startling her a bit. She looked down and saw the younger man with his palm flat on her breast. He didn't look like he was playing with it though, as he was holding it very still and not squeezing and fondling like most people did. She figured it was some piercing technique to check for something, as it didn't look like he was really into what he was currently doing and looked more like he was concentrating on what he felt.

He pulled away once to catch his breath and I got rid of my shirt and bra, my nipples already hard and begging to be fondled. "See? Alluring." Felix groaned as he smashed his lips on mine with a bit more ferocity. I shivered when I felt his hand grab my right breast and he began to squeeze and fondle it, causing a rush of sensation that had moaning and wetness gathering between my thighs. Felix continued to plunder me with kisses while his hands groped my breasts and teased my nipples, causing me to moan and squirm, my mind growing hazy.

as he kneaded and fondled them with both hands. After a minute, or so, he found my nipples with his fingers... pinching and pulling on them.... then using them to playfully lift my breasts away from my chest... before releasing them, to watch my tits flop around... before settling back into the rhythmic cadence of his pounding hard-on.

The covers had slid down to her waist and the room's air-conditioned swirled over her breasts, making her flesh and nipples tingle. His other arm was under her neck and he brought that hand to her chest as well, so that he could fondle both her firm breasts at once. His fingers squeezed and molded her aching mounds, sculpting and reshaping them. Taking both her nipples between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked them a couple of times, then returned to tormenting the fleshy mounds. The ache within them pulsed harder and her body scorched with the heat of her desire. "Oh, baby, " she quietly mewed.

My thighs involuntarily clasp, locking my finger on my bruised cunt! The feeling it evokes is bittersweet. I'm panting, but somehow try not to breathe too hard. My body is shaking, down to my core… Every part of me can't find a grip. “Fuck you, Wayne.” I sniffle and grab my hard nipple. It's hard to remain on my feet. I push the aggression to my breast and yank down the thin top. “Oh… Hmmm…” I grab my breasts one by one and fondle them, play till my nipoles aches.

My eyes widened as Braden fiercely tugged on my dress, making the dress slid down my slender figure leaving me on nothing but my panties. I felt so molested. The torture hadn't ended. I let out a gasp and I instinctively covered my breasts. "Don't cover yourself. I want to see you bare"Braden whispered into my ear. He let out a low rugged, lustful groan when he groped onto my breasts, fondling it. His fngers played with my nipples,.pinching, squeezing and making circular motions it. He suddenly turned me to face him,