I wish you could be here to watch me take it off. The air is a little chilly and my breasts are aching and my nipples hard now that there is nothing to keep me warm.
[Oh. Oh. Jon could see now the appeal of such conversation on their devices now. His cheeks redden as he slowly swallows, already feeling the stir of desire in the pit of his stomach.]
Show me?
If I was there, I would make sure to have my mouth and hands keep warmth to you breast.
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.
But I like the thought of you enjoying yourself. I like the sound of my name on your lips.
[Even if she wasn't the intended recipient for this convo, there is something in Justine that seems to coax Jon out of his shier shell.]
I want to kiss your breasts, to suckle on that hard nipple until it makes you breathless. I want to kneel in front of you and kiss your stomach and take off what is left covering you with my teeth and then kiss my way back up to your cunt.
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I'm happy to say that I'm in bed and not wearing very much.
How about I send you a picture?
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That is quite the visual. I like white on you.
[A pause, because this is still strange to him, and maybe he's still a bit shy about putting words over his desires.]
But I believe I prefer white off of you...
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The air is a little chilly and my breasts are aching and my nipples hard now that there is nothing to keep me warm.
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Show me?
If I was there, I would make sure to have my mouth and hands keep warmth to you breast.
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Sine you've asked so nicely.
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I'll have to touch myself and just imagine that it's your hand holding my breast-
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Tell me how it feels. How my hand would feel on your breast?
[Even if he remembers well, he still wants her side of it.]
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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.
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[Even if she wasn't the intended recipient for this convo, there is something in Justine that seems to coax Jon out of his shier shell.]
I want to kiss your breasts, to suckle on that hard nipple until it makes you breathless. I want to kneel in front of you and kiss your stomach and take off what is left covering you with my teeth and then kiss my way back up to your cunt.
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I'd shout your name until people passing on the street could hear how amazing you make me feel.
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