Fondling Breasts Novels & Stories

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

He removed my clothes quickly, leaving me stark naked. He took one of my breasts in his mouth while kneading the second one. I moaned loudly dipping my hand on his soft hair, pulling his head closer. He roamed his hand around my body making me completely wet and restless. His hand stopped in my clit, rubbing and kneading it before inserting two fingers inside. I groaned out loudly my quaking in light tremors. He started moving it fast and deeper. I wouldn't stop moaning in pleasure.

- 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.

"Touch her," he demanded again. Things were getting more and more heated. Fiona opened Brenda's robe to reveal a revealing translucent nightdress. She moved her hands over Brenda's breasts and bit at her nipple over the nightdress causing Brenda to moan. She moved her hands to Brenda's thighs and slowly started to lift the dress. Her hands reached up to her pussy since the flimsy material was bunched at her waist.

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

y finger trailing to my breast to circle around my areola I packed my right boobs and fonded it tightly, liking the sensation that was heightening inside of me. I quickly untied my rope to leave me naked and reached back to tug at my nipples. I continued tugging at it painfully, imagining it was Ashton biting it and sucking the way I wanted.

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.

he groaned, his cock twitching between them. I moved my breasts independently now, alternating left and right in a twisting motion that makes his eyes roll back. "That's right, you use those beauties quite well." he encouraged, his breathing getting heavier. "Fucking milk this dick." Each time I lift my tits, they jiggle and wobble, the flesh rippling and quivering with every movement. When I drop them down, they make a heavy SLAP against his groin, the impact sending shockwaves through the soft tissue. His cock disappears completely between them, only to emerge again from the top of my cleavage, red and angry and leaking.