Fondling Breasts Novels & Stories

Talking always made everything difficult. My favorite judge just squeezed one of my breasts in one hand, while grabbing the other's nipple. And I let go in a low moan, feeling that heat wave and the moisture of his tongue melting my senses, in every sound and suction movement with his lips. My hands ran through his firm and soft skin, sliding as if my claws were exposed, looking for places where I knew he was more sensitive to touch.

I feel so wanton as I suck on her breasts before sliding my hand beneath her skirt and panties, until my fingers finally reach the most sensitive part of her body. She arches her back, then lifts her hips, creating friction between my fingers and her precious jewel. Oh. I fucking want her.