"I know they're asymmetrical and--" He sealed my lips with his. Then he reached for my breasts, slowly skimming his hands over it, his fingers moving deftly with precision. His fingers found my knobs and he started playing, pinching the right nipple and rolling it like a capsule in between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned from the sensation while he picked the other girl and started playing with both--rolling, kneading, caressing. I moaned into his mouth and crossed my legs to prevent my juices from leaking but he noticed the slight shift. And sure enough his finger started marching slowly downwards.
I grabbed his hand and flattened it against my stomach.
"No going down just yet." I mumbled. In response he grabbed my waist and drew me closer, our bodies pressed against each other. The fabric of his shirt brushed against my exposed nipples, causing them to harden further. "Then I'll devour what I have here." He pushed me gently on the bed on my back and climbed over me. Grabbing both my arms with one of his, he pinned me down while the knobs bulged. His palm landed on them, kneading and massaging me like a dough. It was a pleasure to see the entire of my boob fitting his palm because I certainly was not a double D cup. He continued to play with the girls, his thumb tracing the edge of the nipple but not really touching it. The anticipation was making me ache down there but my hands were trapped.
He continued the slow teasing strokes and dotted kisses all over my boobs, tracing the silvery stretch marks like a pro painter and I was over the moon with all the love showered.
I yelped as his hot tongue landed on my left nipple without a warning. He pulled gently and let it go with an audible pop. I must have moaned because he repeated the action again and rolled his tongue right on the tip, repeatedly hitting the spot that made me shiver in pleasure. Once done with the left, he latched on to the right while his hand kept playing with the other. The light suction and the wet tongue was doing wonders and the juice between my legs was threatening to overflow. He increased the pace of his sucking, alternating between both my boobs, loving them in exactly the way I'd have wanted them loved. I writhed under him in blissful heaven, feeling him push and pull with his lavish tongue. The exhilarating feeling of being helplessly trapped under him while he takes pleasure in loving my body was an out of the world experience.
My skin was on fire and when he pulled back finally and looked into my eyes, I knew he was a keeper. With a smirk he started trailing a kiss down my stomach, finding his way to the honeypot and this time I didn't stop him.
