Romans & histoires Fondling Breasts

I wiggle my hips as a feeling of embarrassment and pleasure runs down my spine. “If you want me to stop, let go of me, okay?” I try to answer, but my voice is muffled. “Pinch my nipple if you understand.” I move my fingers across her pillowy skin until my thumb brushes against something hard and small. I grab hold of it with my thumb and forefinger and squeeze hard. She groans and rocks forward. I pinch again, this time even harder, and she groans again and grabs my other hand, placing it on her other breast.

“Go ahead, Daddy…suck them. You know you want to.” “God help me, but I do,” he groaned, his hands reaching up to slowly cup each full breast. I melted into his touch and leaned forward, leading my aching nipples right to his mouth. His tongue came out to tentatively lick my little pink berries and the teasing flick caused me to tremble. “It’s not right…”

I smiled at it, feeling a bit silly. Then again, after weeks of being alone, nothing felt silly anymore. Gathering up a bit of nerve, I slid my hand down the inside of my shirt and caressed my breasts. This was going to be a sexual fantasy I was going to enjoy to the full. My fingers found the hard buds of my nipples and I pinched them, letting out a soft sigh. I arched my back and moved my hips in a slow, sensual circle, letting my hands roam over my body.

It had gotten so wet, It clung to her skin and became extremely transparent. Her boobs were all he saw. Those dark nipples stood as proudly as a pretty peacock. And they were sexily dripping with breastmilk. Oh! Royalty swallowed, smirking devilishly like a man fed honey. He stopped kissing hard but did not take his lips off. Giving her a chance to breath, he moved his hands to her breasts. He picked one nipple from the wet, thin fabric of her singlet, and began fondling It. Pinching It, rolling It in his fingers like his favorite toy and making it harder.

Ignoring him, I unclasped the damned bra that had tightened my poor babies into oblivion and sighed when they bounced lightly, free from their bounds. Thorn's gaze clouded as his eyes fell on my breasts and I smiled at the helpless look of hunger on his face. I cupped my breasts, propped them up, and fondled them slow and seductively. Green eyes flickered up to hold mine and then fell back to my breasts, watching in burning interest as I pulled at my nipples and rolled them between my fingers. "Ah, hell," He said thickly, shuddering, making me ache all over. "Genevieve,"

As he lit up on my body, I grabbed my breasts from the front to fondle them. But my boobs told me they needed those large hands and not mine.

With trembling hands,I pulled it off me. The dress came with a bit of an in-built bra so there wasn't any need to wear a real bra. All I wore beneath it was my panties. "Cup your breasts."He rasped."Pinch your nipples.Rub them.I want you to fondle yourself while I…tend to you,got it?" I rubbed my aching,sensitive breasts,rolling my nipples against my palms. His eyes followed the movements for a long beat,two,three.He looked enraptured.It was a very mutual feeling.

His hands made their way to my back, loosening my dress. Then he stared at my breasts. “These fucking tits” he breathed in my ears as he used his hands to fondle my breasts. Massaging them, and circling my swollen nipples. Everywhere began to feel hot. I couldn’t hold in anymore as he pinched my nipples and used his finger to circle on them.

I whined, voice high and need. "These tits are so full, so sensitive. I bet they'd leak if I sucked them hard enough. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Me milking you while you fuck yourself." I whimpered as he fondled my breasts even more, squeezing the full mounds, thumbs circling the peaks relentlessly. "Come for me, naughty girl. Let me hear you whimper and cream, soak that hand while I play with these perfect tits. Imagine my mouth on them, sucking hard, biting until you're begging."

His one hand rubbed hard against my stomach, his lips sucking my skin wildly. He set my vagina free to run his hand under my shirt and gently rub his fingertip over my areolas from over my bra. I was biting my lower lip and squirming back on his body with the pleasure I was receiving from even the light touch of his hands. He pinched my nipples into erecting them and then pushed my bra up, revealing my boobs under my shirt to his naked hands. The way his strong hands grasped my boobs and began to fondle them was enough intoxication for me. His firm hands against my soft breasts were a perfect match. He would fondle my boobs and then gently pinch my nipples, pushing them inside and tucking th