Fondling Breasts Novels & Stories

I whispered, cupping both breasts in my palms, gently massaging them while he watched. “This is dangling," I turned my back to him, bending all the way so he could get a glimpse of my exposed clit. When I saw him lick his lips, I straightened up and turned around. "This is dangling.” biting my bottom lip, I slid my hand towards my neck, wrapping my fingers around it and swerving my head sideways while my other hand crawled down to my vagina.

I mutter a sorry then sat on his brief, on his dick. Then pretended to brush the water off my boobs. Then I begin to spread the wetness over my boobs. Carlos’s gaze is fixed, on my hands, and my boobs, then I hold both nipples one with two fingers, and the same with the other. And squeezed. Nothing would have made me hold back the moan that escaped my mouth.Then I closed my eyes, pretended my hands were his, and began to mound my boobs. I brought them together, then moved them apart. Then I felt him get harder beneath my ass.

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."

I don't know what Raka was thinking; there was no way he could be stunned by the size of my D cup breasts even though my breasts are a bit plump. The more I shake, my breasts also move to the rhythm of my body. Raka started pinching my small nipples. "Your nipples are pink," muttered Raka, making me moan because the touch was intense enough to spread to my female parts. "Ahh..Shh…No, don't do that," I whined. Raka's eyes did not move from my breasts; the pinching motion turned rough toying with my breast nipples. "Ahhh…No…No, don't "I shouted hard

- Don't wait, see how he does. Fearless Doris was like challenging Riffen's will. He couldn't lose, the large hand quickly crept up from Doris' flat stomach and crept up to the high protrusion. Doris' breasts were so soft, it inadvertently stimulated Riffen's animalistic nature. Seeing that she was still quite calm, Riffen was even more forceful, rubbing it into all kinds of shapes, each finger unwisely rubbing two small beans, from side to side.

My dick was straining against the fabric of my pants, and it was pushing at the zipper, begging to be touched. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Yet, as much as I blinked, the action in front of me didn’t stop. She lay on the podium, her back arched and pushing her full tits in the air, her nipples standing proud and her breasts looking heavy on her chest. I wanted to reach out and touch her, caress her, make her come undone.

She rocked her body back onto her fingers, kneeling on her bed with her face buried in her pillow, moaning loudly. A mental image flashed in her mind. Ajeet was staring at her, his gaze intense, as his hands held her bare breasts from behind. His thumbs were rubbing her nipples. Recalling this specific position, his fondling her overtly. There was something about this action that really got to her. It occurred to her that it could serve no other purpose than to fondle her breasts. It was by no means related to tailoring her dress.

I had never been this turned on in my life. His hand reached out to palm one of breasts in his hand. He tugged at it lightly, as if he was testing the waters, careful to cause any damage to me. Soon, his both hands were fondling my breasts, tugging at my nipple while his eyes remained completely focused on them.

I cup my breast with my opposite hand, squeezing the firm orb, tweaking my own nipple, arousing myself to a sticky level perfect for smothering his cock in an effort to bring it to life. I smell my essence in the air. I like it. I love my scent. I take a deep breath, trying to capture every bit of that smell I can, pulling my fingers from my pussy, I use the wet nubs to erect the other nipple-pulling, twisting, tweaking, rolling them between two fingers like little balls. Spreading my legs wide, my pussy opens up as I settle myself against his dick. While I play with my breasts, I swirl my hips, slowly, agonizingly slow. Changing the pattern and the pressure to accommodate my own pleasure, h

Unclipping it, I allow my large, pendulous breasts to swing free, nipples now hard, rosy and crinkled with arousal. Cupping a breast, and licking my fingers, I tease at the nipple, hardening it further. Plucking and rolling it, I ensure that my Master can see what I am doing at all times, his view uninterrupted. His eyes indicate I should give the other breast similar attention, so changing around, I lift and caress the other breast, again tormenting the nipple into taut attention. Now, naked except for my skirt, I want to draw my Master into some action.