Kiss My Breasts Novels & Stories

I knew she wasn't gay, and so this wasn't going to be easy but I had done this before so I knew my way round to get her ready for me. "I have always admired women with breasts bigger than mine because I am a B. I know God compensated me for that and give me a bid ass but sometimes I wish mine was bigger. Can I just touch it? You can touch mine in exchange." I said seductively, approaching her slowly. At this point, I could tell she was really horny and her resolve was quickly dissolving. "Umm… okay, I guess it won't be that bad." I didn't wait any longer and kissed her while grabbing her breasts. She yelped and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue inside and deepened the kiss. After she

My breasts were small pale globes in the moonlight. Jem exhaled deeply, staring. There was a look on his face I can only describe as appreciation. ‘Cassie, I’d like to kiss them. May I?’ ‘Why not,’ I said, and walked over to him. With him sitting on the bed and me standing, it was the perfect height for him to kiss my breasts. Jem laid several gentle kisses around them, and then suddenly his mouth opened over my nipple, and I moaned in surprised pleasure. I know now it was a moan, but then I didn’t. It sounded like pain to me, the.

Her face is turned sideways, and I bend forward. My lips meet hers in a fierce, passionate kiss, and I feel her moan against my mouth. My hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of those delicious curves. I rip off her blouse, revealing her black lacy bra underneath. Emily gasps as my hands cup her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. Emily’s breath hisses out at my touch. I bend over and kiss her breast, sucking until a blush blooms under the skin of her tight, pink nipple. She arches against me, her eyes fluttering closed as my tongue flicks the bud.

I leaned down, bringing my lips to her breast, sucking softly on her right nipple while my other hand squeezed the left one. "Yes... just like that," she gasped, fingers curling into my hair. I stopped, pulled back for a second—but before I could even catch my breath, she grabbed my face and kissed me hard. At first I froze—then my body reacted on its own. I kissed her back. Her lips were soft, tasted faintly of vanilla. The kiss deepened fast, frantic, as if we both knew this was spiraling out of control. Her hands slipped down, tugging my trousers down until I was left in my panties. Without breaking the kiss, her fingers found my clit through the fabric. I gasped against her mouth.

I winked at her, smiling impishly as I started to kiss her breasts while fondling them and caressing her nipples. "Oh...oh fuck, no one else has ever touched them before...feels so good"

His grey eyes, sharp as cut glass, moved from the stain on his chest to the woman kneeling on the floor in front of him. He didn't shout. He didn't move. He just looked at her. Elena Brooks, twenty-four years old, dark hair and wide brown eyes and complete professional disaster, looked back up at him from the floor with her hand still pressed over her mouth and champagne dripping from her fingers. She had a habit, when she was terrified, of making things worse. "I am so sorry," she said, her voice coming out steadier than she felt. She grabbed a napkin and pushed herself to her feet. "I didn't see you, the couple in front of me just stopped and I couldn't, it just."

K broke off the kiss, reached for the hem of her shirt and hurriedly pulled it off from her arms and head. Jesse's mouth aimed for her breast, his tongue and lips sucking and tugging on her taut nipple while he cradled her other breast in his palm. The sensation of his wet mouth on her electrically-charged skin immediately shot an incredible tingle throughout her entire body, involuntarily making K tip her head and arch her back to give his expert mouth more access on her breast. He was so hungry for her. He already wanted to go inside her and fuck her senseless with his now rock-hard cock but he wanted to savor her, too.

And just like that, the kiss turned frantic. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. My hands slid down her face and cupped her breasts. Moulding. Squeezing. Kneading. She let out another throaty moan. "Oh fuck." I pushed her dress down and her bra above her glorious breasts. They were even bigger now, more inviting. My hands slid down further, squeezing the small of her waist before sliding back to her ass. I laid a couple of hefty slaps before squeezing. Her head fell back as she groaned and I laid wet, open mouth kisses down her neck.

His dark blue boxer-briefs strained at the seams to control his manhood. He dropped slowly to his knees in front of me, and I rested my fingertips on the muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked up at me, dark eyes burning, as he slowly took my breast in his mouth. I gasped as he surrounded the pink nub of my nipple with warmth. He kissed the soft flesh, nipping gently, making me arch my back and moan.

She kisses me and then her breath catches in her throat as I put her on the bed and kiss her breasts. Her moans are almost as beautiful as her giggles, and I kiss each breast and then between them. Every touch of my lips to her body elicits a response, and each of her responses thrill me. I focus on her breasts for a while and then kiss my down her breastbone and then lower to her belly, kissing slowly, making gradual but definite progress.