Kiss My Breasts Novels & Stories

“Good morning “, she gave me a smile. I kissed her lips instead. I was more interested in other matters than the fact that it was 5:29 am. Kaira held my face and kissed me back. I broke the kiss and moved to loosen the robe she had on. She assisted in taking them off. Her breasts were like sweet peaches to me. “Oh my goodness. Kaira “, I moaned as I came on top of her. I sucked on her breasts like my life depended on them. Her moaning filled the room. I kissed her nipples and tailed kisses from them to her stomach, to her bellybutton and finally my lips were on her neatly shaved pussy.

I pant as I look down at her covered boobs. She bites her lower lip as she draws my face in and kisses me again. My hand moves through her bra, yanking out one of her breasts. She whimpers against my mouth when my thumb plays on her nipple. Her expression is priceless. It makes me want to fuck her hard. I pinch her nipple, and she moans loudly.

I say, slowly unzipping the front of my catsuit. He watches me carefully, eyes wide with anticipation as I pull it down enough to reveal my breasts. He cusses under his breath when he sees them, “Mistress.” “Touch them,” I command. “Gently. Show me how much you appreciate being allowed to touch your Mistress.” He moves fast, his hands trembling as he reaches up. He cups my breasts in his hands, lightly brushing his thumbs over my nipples. He leans in, staring at me as he kisses them softly, sucking the right one into his mouth with a low groan.

Mine were just real. She pulled me in before I could protest her lips found mine. There was a citrus flavor and I found myself enjoying the soft warmth of her lips. The feel of her kiss, a gentle lingering caress. I relaxed a little. I wanted to feel her perfectly fake breasts so badly. My hands ached to grab them for a feel. It was completely normal to grab breasts during a kiss so why the fuck was I hesitating and thinking about it so much. As if she could read my mind, she pulled my left hand to her tits. I squeezed feeling her hard nipple poke my palm.

Something like desire lit them now. "You want to compare me to your groom?" I taunted. She parted her lips to reply, but she never spoke. A sweet gasp left her mouth instead as I tugged her dress down and revealed her breasts. The generous swell of her tit spilled out, and I latched my gaze on her nipple. "Fuck." She was exquisite. So smooth, so curvy. All ripe, and mine for the taking. "Zakh." She uttered it on a breathy exhale as I cupped her globe, taunting her with a hard squeeze.

Annika’s POV "Oh, Yes!" I hear the familiar voice echo through the walls of the living room. My feet come to a halt, and suddenly, I find it difficult to breathe. It feels like someone has wrapped his hand around my throat and is squeezing so hard. "Fuck!" A passionate whisper this time around. She is pressed on the couch, one leg thrown over my husband's shoulders. One hand is on her boobs on display, and the other is pressing into her thighs.

I could not take it any longer I used my hand to hold his neck by deepening the kiss because I couldn't have enough of the kiss "Yes, Lil" he said in between the kiss which aroused me more since I was already aroused just by the kiss I use one of my hands touching every part of his body while he's busy kissing me hungrily. He picked my wobbly legs and wrapped it around his waist, making him kiss more, moving slowly close to the bed. He lay me on the bed, him over me, I untangled my legs from his waist pushing him a little bit laying side by side facing each other. I begin to remove his cloth not looking away from him so I won't kill the tension of what we both were feeling leaving him shirtl

This is the first time in a long time that I again experienced kissing passionately with a femme. Her small delicate mouth is so soft, and so fucking wet. I wonder. With one hand fixed on her hips to pull her closer to me front, I slid my other hand underneath her shirt, aiming for the breasts. She wasn't wearing any bra so it was relatively easy for me to access. I like it like that. My fingers trailed on the way up to find the bulge on her chest and I hurriedly traced the round shape of her large breasts before cupping them simultaneously with one hand so I could get a feel of her melons. Her nipple hardened, and I pinched it, twisted and fiddled with her hard nipple. She moaned in between

"Charley, you're killing me..." She tugged my shirt gently upwards to expose me. She pulled the cotton of my bra aside and took my nipple between her lips. I groaned, reached out to tangle my fingers in her hair as she gently squeezed me and teased me with the tip of her tongue. She exhaled, let me go, and came up for one slow, infuriatingly kiss. "Just so you know," she said when she eventually could. "Just so you know, for... for research purposes... that it is killing me too. That... that was special. Oh my God I love your breasts."

The kiss he places over the wounds is impossibly gentle. He slowly moves up, crawling up to my chest, as I struggle to grasp my breathing. The distance between us shrinks to inches, and only the moonlight enters through the glass window, shimmering into the darkness. With swift touches, he moves my top, yanking it out of my hands, and drops it to the floor. He leans in, kisses my left breast, and cups my right breast in his other palm. A moan slips free of my lips. He doesn't waste time and removes the bra from my chest, exposing my stark breasts. My nipples are already hard, awaiting his brush.