Fondling Breasts Novels & Stories

Occasional tingles greeted every time his wet tongue swept over my sensitive spot. Asshole! Public fondling like this sent my passion sky-high. Again, I reached for an explosion of pleasure despite not being penetrated. Satya's knees were subjected to my friction which was getting itchy from the slime I felt melting. "Your tits are getting bigger!" Satya moved to the other peak. The hand that had been squeezing moved down. "Breastfeeding who? Ben? Uncle Dean?" It sounded more like a mumble, but I guessed Satya's sentence as such.

Her eyes closed as they both settled on a breast; it was the height of decadence, especially since she couldn't really differentiate between them, not when they seemed intent on mimicking each other in their torture of her nipples. Lick. Blow on the wet skin. Suck. Nip. And repeat. Rough hands, the calloused grip of men who used their fingers to work, played with her small breasts, kneading her flesh as they worshipped with their mouths. All too soon she found herself on a swaying bed, naked bodies on either side. Her legs were splayed, a heavy thigh pinning her left leg, an ankle hooked around her right. Fingers tickled up a thigh, others ran lightly back and forth at the top of her mound.

They Had Just A Slight Sag, But Her Hard Nipples Still Stuck Straight Out. “Touch Them,” She Whispered. It Was More Of A Request Than A Command. Now There Was No Turning Back, And No Reason To. I Moved My Hands Up Over Her Breasts. She Smiled And Moaned As I Lifted And Massaged Them. I Toyed With Her Nipples, And Gently Squeezed And Jiggled Both Of Her Wonderful, Heavy Breasts.

He smirks at tracing my face with his finger, his finger goes down until it reaches my collarbone, my breath got hitched, and his fingers are giving tingling feeling in my body I gripped his fingers, which were going further down to my breast, but he jerked them away "Never ever stop me," he said angrily to me, and then he grabbed my breast in his hand in a painful manner. A moan escaped my mouth because of the harsh treatment he is giving me my body. He is fondling my both breasts in a humiliating and disgraceful manner that tears escaped from my eyes. My own mate is treating my body like this "These breasts are mine to fondle and this pussy is mine to fuck," he said to me in a hard voice a

This gave him the courage and he gently cupped her left breast and began to fondle it. Melissa had the option to either jump up and run or continue to pretend to have him fulfill his fantasies. At this moment, she was breathing heavily. Mike cupped the second breast and began to fondle them. Melissa couldn't help but let out a faint moan while keeping her eyes Closed. Mike went further and began to tug her nipples while fondling them. Melissa bite her lower lips in an attempt to stop moaning but the Pleasure was too much to control. Her nipples were too sensitive.

I pleaded, "Can you please help me? I can't bear the pain." How could this feel so painful? What was worse, I felt a terrifying surge of arousal welling up within me! Charlie said that I needed to relax for him to induce lactation successfully. As he spoke, I could feel his hot breath on my chest. His actions stirred up my passionate desires. My heart raced at the thought of us, a man and woman, being alone together in an enclosed space. A shameful thought surfaced in my mind. What if… I quickly shook my head and dismissed the thought. No, I shouldn't…

He was merely an accessory. At one point, a older, overly perfumed man with a leering smile stepped a bit too close to Lynn. "And who is this delightful creature, Caius? You've been keeping him hidden." The man's gaze was intrusive, demeaning. Before Lynn could react, or even fully process the fresh wave of humiliation, Caius's arm snaked around his waist. It was a firm, possessive gesture, pulling Lynn flush against his side. The contact was electric and utterly unwelcome. Lynn's entire body went rigid. He could feel the solid strength of Caius's arm, the warmth of his body through the layers of fabric. It was a claim, stark and undeniable.

We'd always been more than what we should have been. In a flash, her top was gone. Unlike when I'd removed it earlier, this time I gave all my focus to what was underneath, desperately kissing along the skin above her bra while my hands reached behind to undo the clasp. When the garment fell off her shoulders, I caught her breasts with my palms and plumped them a little harder than I should, unable to restrain myself. She leaned into my touch and moaned, I pinched at a nipple, twisting it until she gasped, then tortured it with soft strokes of my tongue, then moved to her other breast and took that peak by my teeth, clamping down until she jerked back with a cry.

"Stop... I don't want this..." He chuckled darkly and popped the top buttons of my blouse open, yanking my bra down so my heavy breasts spilled out. His rough palm fondled one, then the other—kneading, pinching my nipples until I gasped. The other two held me tighter, their hands joining in. One pinched my right nipple hard while the other groped the underside of my left breast. "Fuck, she's sensitive," the big guy growled. "Look how rock hard her nipples are. Bet she's a secret slut."