Fondling Breasts Novels & Stories

He could have some disease since he could try flirting with a stranger. As I tried to push him away and stand up from the bed, I felt his hand on my bra. He was fondling my breasts through the bra. I didn't even know when I laid down. He enveloped my lips in another kiss; this time it was slow, sweet and sensual. He slid his tongue into my mouth and savoured the entire corners of my mouth while still fondling my left breasts.

He rips the straps and I feel the piece of clothing scatter away from me. He flips me over, effortlessly. A hand grabs my breast. He chooses to move to my left tit, and begins to squeeze and play with it. He then takes my nipple between his fingers, pinching it hard. I feel him move his hands between my breasts while still pushing his fingers into me. His hand fingers move to my right nipple. He massages it and caresses my nipples. He brings his mouth over my breasts. He continues playing with them while he plunges his fingers into me, bringing me up to my climax. But then, back down.

I didn't fucking mind. "You like it when I open my breasts myself, don't you?" She whispered as she finally pulled her breasts out. She began to knead softly and grind against the bed. My fingers clenched and so did my groin. "You like it when I fondle these breasts, don't you?" "Yes, Iris. Fuck, yes."

He switched places with her, and got onto his back. Nora took his hand in hers, and placed it on her breast. Then did the same with the other one. “I’ve heard that sometimes, you can make a girl cum just by playing with their nipples. Do you want to test that theory?” He started playing with her breasts enthusiastically. He massaged her nipples, and he watched as Nora’s whole body tensed. She was making delightful mewling sounds. He took one hand off, then brought her right breast to his mouth and sucked. They weren’t overly large, somewhere in between, and completely perfect.

My nipples hardened as they rubbed against the palm of his hands. "Do you like it when I play with your breasts?" he asked in a seductive whisper. "Yes," I replied to him before letting out a moan, as if to confirm just how good it felt for him to massage and fondle my breasts together. The handsome stranger let out a little chuckle before his fingertips moved to capture my swollen nipples between them. He pinched roughly on my nipples and made me cry out from the intense waves of pleasure that flooded my body. He twirled my nipples between his fingertips in circular motions while I threw my head back and moaned like an animal in heat.

Bringing my hands back up to her large breasts, I began to massage and fondle them again as I sucked her nipple. Mom looked down at me with a desperate expression of lust on her face. Apparently, mom really enjoyed having her breasts and nipples played with during sex. Smiling around her nipple, I added more suction and then gently bit her hard nipple. Pulling my head back as I held her breasts in place, I stretched her nipple a small distance, not enough to hurt but enough to offer mom more stimulation.

Now, who is getting punished? Thankfully, the hook of my bra is situated in front, I loosen it and free my full breasts with taut nipples pointed at him. My heart thuds at the helpless look on Brandon’s face, I flick a finger over my nipple, run my tongue over my lip while fondling my breasts and letting out series of moans to torture him. He loves my breasts, I’ll use them against him.

I wasn't feeling the sensitivity. I closed my eyes trying to feel something.... anything.. I knew taking no part in this physical act might make him realize I wasn't enjoying it so I wrapped my arms around his neck and occasionally ran my hands through his back… That seemed to ginger him more...he reached up and covered my lips with his... He placed his hand on my breast and fondled it. God! I used to enjoy having my breasts fondled. No...I couldn't stop this... Even if I wasn't feeling this...I should act as if I was...

She yelped in return but did not remove her hand but rather started to toy with my low dangling sack and balls. I got back into rhythm, then decided I too could play games. I reached up and unsnapped her bra. Instead of objecting, she released my balls briefly and pulled the bra off herself as best she could in that position, saying, "Still no peeking." Then we went back where we had been, except I bent forward slightly and reached around grabbed her swinging mounds and played with them. The nipples that I had felt before through her bra were now unconstrained and pressing into the palm of my hands like a couple of pen caps -- long, hard cylinders. So, in addition to manipulating her firm br

I said. She hummed quietly, returning to the game. She studied it silently and only asked questions when it got too confusing. While I got tired of being teased, I loosened the first few buttons of her shirt and slipped my hand inside instead to tease and knead her soft breasts. I teased her nipples, rolling and flicking them, watching them tighten even more in my hands. She was definitely turned on, and she liked it. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants as I casually fondled my mate's soft breasts in my hands while we watched the game. When I stopped, she grabbed my hand and looked up at me.