Your hand would cup it perfectly. As if you were made to hold me.
It's soft and warm, except for the crest, the nipple is hard and aching to be teased, pinched in play with. The touch makes me moan loudly, hoping the neighbors hear how wonderful it feels.
Tell me Jon. What does this make you want to do? I shouldn't be the only one enjoying myself.
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It's soft and warm, except for the crest, the nipple is hard and aching to be teased, pinched in play with. The touch makes me moan loudly, hoping the neighbors hear how wonderful it feels.
Tell me Jon. What does this make you want to do? I shouldn't be the only one enjoying myself.