Fondling Breasts Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

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…

With no bra as a shield, the dress did little to protect my breasts, and now that I am touching them with the dress, it gives almost the same feeling as without the dress on. After over a minute of undivided attention to my breast, he pulled down the dress, slipping his hand over mine to reveal the real thing to his eyes. His lust flared, and his hands came to cup my breasts, giving them a hard fondle. I bit my lips, and we held our gazes as he played with my breasts, tugging and pinching them lightly. He lowered his head, drawn in by the responsiveness of my nipples, and he took the tightened bud of the right breast into his hot mouth. I cried out his name and arched back, feeding my breast

She scooted close to me and looked up at me in confusion as she had no idea what I was going to tell her to do next. I brought my hand to her breasts and grabbed it in my hand. I pressed it together and my cock tightened when it jiggled when I dropped it. She jolted as I kneaded her breasts in my palms, brushing my fingers along the hardness of her nipples. She flinched when I raised my cock to her breast and rubbed its tip around her nipples, going from the left one to the right one. “Press your breast together,” I instructed her.

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.

I nodded shyly and then I was moaning softly as his hands pushed into my breasts and his lips brushed mine. One of his hands snaked in under a soft bra-cup and this time I moaned into his mouth as he tweaked at my nipple. I fumbled behind me to release my bra, desperate to feel his hands on me, and as my squished boobs feel free he gasped and I watched as he held them, playing with them like l liked to do, but differently, more sensually, paying more attention to my swollen and stiff nipples, for one thing. His mouth lowered to one, sucking it in, rolling it in her mouth as my fingers closed over his on my other engorged bud.

"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."

Her body plastered against, mine as she moans with pleasures, when I groped her breast, on top of her clothes, roughly kneading them to all shapes, I grab a fistful of them, then released then grabbed hard and pulling them, stretching her boobs to it’s limit then, fondle them gently again. “Oh~…you like that…right Angela?….hmm……….you like it when I played with your breast like this…right?……Slurrp~..Hmm….I loved your scent~ Angela….it the scent of a bitch in heat…”.