Winston Winston

hard nipples

I was never sure if she was delighted or ashamed about how excited she would become — maybe it was about her struggle with surrender; particularly to one who desired her.

I was never sure if she was delighted or ashamed about how excited she would become — maybe it was about her struggle to surrender; particularly to one who desired her.

Her areola were pink with tiny nipples. I would roll my tongue over them and tease them to play with me — thumb and forefinger would seduce pink flesh.

I would suck and take them between my teeth — beautiful pink nipples would harden for me. Her chest heaved as I sucked and nibbled.

Pushing my head away she looked at me — “You like the fact you can make my nipples hard, don’t you?”

I said yes and them made love to her.

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