Nipple Novels & Stories

“How good would it be when my finger run down your body, brushing the curve of your breast and kissing it gently, agapi mou? Such a tasty morsel, sweet treat all for me, isn’t that right baby?” His fingers were pulling down the cup of her bra, causing her heavy breast to spill out like a decadent dessert ready to be feasted on. Her hardened nipple, red and puffy from his fingers look like a sweet, ripe, strawberry. No doubt the color has darkened from breastfeeding and looking more delicious with the pale globe decorated with green almost bluish veins. Ready to be suckled on and worshiped like the goddess she was and he did just that.

They were huge even for a 32 size. I took her to the bed and made her lie down. The best thing about her boobs was her nipples placement. Oh! She had the best nipple placement. Also, the color of her nipples, were exciting, because her boobs were really very fair, and then nipples not so chocolate brown. They were not like victoria. She has pink nipple. Like a strawberry on cream. Shit! Why the fuck am I still thinking about her. I just started to crush those meatballs in my hand.

Satisfied, he lооked at the small jungle оf thiсk, сurly, dark red hair that соvered the pristine female sex, Satisfied with his suссess sо far, he tооk his hands baсk and turned tо his upper bоdy. He gently undid the last rоws оf the laсing оver the breast, whiсh rоse and fell at the steady paсe оf breath, lifted the fabriс оver the сurves slightly and pulled it оut. Fasсinated, he disсоvered the similarity оf the nipples tо small pink flоwers that arсhed inwards. He quiсkly wet the tips оf his index fingers and thumbs оn his lips and gently reaсhed fоr the barely lifting nipples. His gentle pulling and pushing was rewarded by

Neha cannot describe in words what she felt for this old man when he is sucking her milk like a baby. He is doing wonders to her body with just his tongue in her boobs sucking and his 9-inch cock fucking. Her life isn't perfect like any normal girl would want but if anyone is horny they would definitely like to replace her.

You would be so very wide open and they would see your holes and stroke their cocks smiling. Imagine, two hands on each breasts squeezing it, pushing it up so that the nipple is pushed up too. As they did, a mouth would cover it and start sucking and licking it. Two hands on each breast and a mouth on each nipple teasing it, pleasing it, and making the nipple so hard and long and thick.

Carla seemed to shrug at my eagerness, but she happily worked with my to tug the thing up and off over her shoulders. And then I knew why she always wore thick, bulky bras. Her mammary flesh may have been non-existent beyond just a gentle swell, but her nipples... Her round, almost strawberry pink aureoles were so puffed up they were like cones, and her nipples jutted above the tips like flag poles. One chilly breeze, and you would have seen her nipples from space without lots of lycra or heavy padding to hide them.

She resolved never to bind her chest again. Perhaps due to several days without proper ventilation, her nipples became more bulged, their red hue standing out against the snowy white boobs. Shielded by her hair, they seemed to appear and disappear in the moonlit night. By the tranquil edge of the small lake, there was only one woman, beautiful as a flower, lightly splashing water onto her body, exuding an air of calm and tranquility.

I lifted my gaze over her slightly rounded belly, along the indentation of her navel, and stopped when I got to her big, handful-sized breasts. Her nipples were a deep pink, hard, my mouth watering even more for a taste of her.

My nipples were reddish, surrounded by pink circles that were slightly covered in little bumps from the cool air after my shower. As I stared at my breasts, I watched curiously as the tips of my nipples stated to grow, sticking out just so. Lifting my hands up, I cupped them with both hands. Then I brushed my thumbs across my nipples and felt a burst of pleasure that trickled down into my stomach. Despite having always been self-conscious about my boobs, I was not dissatisfied with my nipples. They had always been extremely sensitive, as far back as I could remember

Christ, it’s goddamn large:swollen to bursting, areola the size of a silver dollar, dark and puffy, nipple fat and erect, leaking a pearly bead that rolls down the curve like liquid sin. Her manicured fingers are milking herself in slow, rhythmic squeezes—squelch-squelch-squelch—milk jetting into a crystal bowl in thin, high-pressure arcs. Pssst-pssst-pssst. The bowl’s half-full, swirling with a faint blue tint—some OnlyFans lactation supplement, no doubt. Chat’s exploding: “SQUIRT IT IN MY MOUTH MOMMY” “$500 FOR A PRIVATE MILK BATH”.