Fondling Breasts Novels & Stories

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…”.

A woman with full, jiggling breasts climbs onto the throne, straddling my lap, her pussy grinding against my thigh, her hands cupping my breasts, squeezing, making them bounce in her palms. The throne vibrates with movement. The tall man's fingers join his tongue, thrusting into my pussy, curling to hit my g-spot, making me squirt a little with each pump. My tits heave faster, bouncing as I grind into his face. The full-breasted woman leans down, her tits hanging heavy, bouncing as she sucks my nipple, teeth grazing, making it peak and ache. A lean man with a long cock stands beside, his hands grabbing my other breast, squeezing, his cock rubbing against it, the friction making my tit bounce

I whimpered his name when his large hands found my breasts and began fondling them. His touch was slightly rough, but it felt so good. The way he massaged my breasts and kneaded them together made me moan with desire. He nibbled on my earlobe and started sucking on it while his hands skillfully pleasured my tits. All the sensitive spot on my body throbbed with need from his stimulation as my body started melting in his embrace. I moaned loudly when he pinched and pulled on my hardened nipples. It feels so good…

Pulling her breasts free, she left the shaped band to cup the under-swell, forcing the exposed breasts to jut up and out. Fabienne swallowed her protest, knowing that it would be ignored. Even if she begged, Nancy would not stop. With shiny, gloved fingers Nancy stroked her breasts, murmuring compliments and bending briefly to suck on the nipples. Fabienne felt the heat and wetness gathering between her thighs. She closed her eyes briefly, unable to contain a groan of pleasure.

Her hand jacked the base, while her other hand cradled my balls. I remember that I considered tying her wrists with the bikini, but I was hesitant to interrupt the handjob. Dismissing the thought, I slipped off her top and started groping, pressing my fingers into her big, meaty breasts. My hands were full, and her breasts felt heavy; her nips were like cherries topping the big, double-scoop mounds. They were erect, puffy, and sending pleasured ripples through her body.

Smiling at this response, I tenderly attended to both nipples. Gently, I rolled her onto her back, eager to fully appreciate every detail. Carefully, I undo the ribbon of her lingerie and slid the delicate fabric aside, revealing her beautifully perked up breasts. The view was utterly captivating as my mate moaned softly and moved with delight beneath my touch. This might just become one of my favorite pastimes in the future.

But I straddled him so I could rub my aching c l i t to his withered hood after removing my undergarment and throwing it aside. He placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them, looking at me up and down. His hands went to cup my mounds, emphasizing his ownership of them, before he pulled down the neckline of my dress and revealed those healthy twin globes right in front of him. I anticipated that he would lower his head and suck one of them, but Thaddeus only fondled his fingers on my nipples, making me arch my back. "Please..." I reached for his cock when I felt it alive again. He only looked at me, watching me as I slowly had him inside me. He kept continuing to play with my breasts wi

I needed to soothe my fucking nerves. I closed my eyes and let my hand move along my delicate skin. My fingers moved to the arc of my heavy breast making me warm inside. Both areolas tightened and stiffened before my nipples responded to the touch. They both throbbed painfully pleading for attention. I tore off my bikini top revealing my heavy breasts. I cupped both of them hungrily. They felt so fluffy and firm. I squeezed harder. Damn.

Will ran his hand over her covered left breast, letting the large round orb fill his hand. "Maybe a little bigger than my stress ball, but still perfect." He then began to squeeze, kneading the firm flesh of her boobs like a dough through her clothing, letting his fingers sink into the soft mound of her big nipples. Will hefted her left breast up in his palm, feeling the weight of it and then resumed squeezing and groping, making sure to keep his attention focussed on just her left breast.

"Play with your titties. Show me how you like them touched." Faith started at her navel, both palms flat, sliding up her torso until she could feel the small globes of her breasts. She closed her eyes, no longer caring if someone could see her. She slid her fingers over her breasts until each hand had a swollen nipple. She heard herself moan and felt the heat between her legs grow. With her thumb and index finger, she twirled her nipples, now shriveled into tight buds with her excitement, back and forth in small circles, pinching them as she did. Her hips lifted off the seat, her pussy wanting attention.