Kiss My Breasts Novels & Stories

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 kiss her teeth with that exact intention active now, my tongue wrestling hard with hers while my paws push her body backward until her lower mass hits the edge of my heavy executive desk. Almost frantically, my fingers begin to strip the clothes off her frame, removing her short team jacket first, then the thin top underneath and her bra, pausing the pressure of our kiss only when my hands need to pull the fabric over her head and breaking the mouth contact completely when her breasts are fully exposed so my eyes can step back and admire the asset properly.

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

He thrusted his tongue deeply into my mouth before grinding it against mine. His hands quickly moved to caress my breasts over the fabric of my dress. I could feel his firm touch as Hayden began massaging my breasts in turn. Small moans leaked from my mouth into his kiss as he continued to kiss me passionately. His hand on my breasts was rough and demanding, just like his deep kisses.

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.

Something tightens in my chest, a warm ache stirring low in my body. I watch them closely, the way they melt into each other, how unguarded and hungry the kiss feels. My pussy throbs , I lick my lips unconsciously. I want that closeness, need it. Their hands roam with unhurried confidence, exploring their breasts , rubbing their bodies , lingering as if there’s nowhere else they’d rather be. I mirror the motion without thinking, fondling my own breasts , closing my eyes for a moment and imagining myself between them, sharing their heat, their breath, their closeness

While she's thinking, I lift her tank top to get a closer look at her beautiful breasts. - Idiot, leave me alone. She pulls down her tank top. - Idiot! I throw myself onto her lips. I kiss her passionately, she returns my kisses. We kiss for a while. My hands caress her butt, her waist. I touch her breasts with my tongue through the tank top, I take them in my hands, her eyes are closed, I take the opportunity to lift her tank top again and I take her breast into my mouth! Oh my God, it's delicious! I devour her with my lips, her hands start to caress my hair. I tease her nipples. Oh Lord, she's delicious. I get her lips back, I kiss her to quench my thirst! She clings to me.

I crossed her wrists behind her, holding the two at the small of her back, and grabbing her shoulder with my other hand, pulling up and back, thrusting her breasts even further out. I saw his hands slowly reach forward, until they were lost from my view. Karen tossed her head back and to the side, moaning, her eyes closed. Jim was clearly enjoying her breasts. "K..K..Karen... I...I love your sweet tits. Can I kiss them?" "Jim. Jim. Jim." I admonished. "Never ask. She's dying for you to take her nipples in her mouth. Just do it." Not a peep from her this time.