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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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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