It’s been a while since I’ve had any lady action, and even longer since I’ve had one-on-one time with a hottie.  This body would satisfy me … for a while.

I swear.  True story.

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It was my last day in Chicago.  The day was bittersweet because the Viking and I would have to part ways.  He was coming home in three days anyway, but we would miss each other nonetheless.  We’re goofy like that.  He’ll get tired of me soon enough.

I decided on the trip that I don’t like king-size beds.  They are way too big for me.  If I’m sleeping in the same bed as someone chances are it’s because I want to share a bed.  A king bed makes it feel like I’m in the bed alone, which is fine, but only when I’m in bed alone.  When I share a bed with someone I want to be able to reach out and actually find a body.  (Preferably a live one.)  I’m not much of a cuddler, but I still want to be able to feel a body if I’m choosing to share a bed.

I packed my suitcase.  We had strewn our clothes about the room, and the toys had been put to use.  It was nice that the Viking was staying in the room so if I forgot anything he could bring it home.  I didn’t forget anything in my huge suitcase.  I was required to overpack because of the size of my suitcase.  The Ex and I had bought a set of luggage before we went to Thailand the first time.  When the Ex moved out he took the smaller pieces and left me the largest piece.  Now, unless it’s just a quick jaunt, the only suitcase I have has to be filled.  For this trip, the rope and toys took up the space, but the bag has to be checked because of the size.

These days the stupid-ass airlines charging for checking even one bag is just bullshit.  When I arrived in our hotel room and opened my suitcase, I noticed the contents had been rearranged; the flogger was on top whereas it had been under my clothes when I packed.  On top of everything was a “NOTIFICATION OF INSPECTION (NOI).”  Apparently if I had any prohibited items they were turned over to the proper authorities.  I’m glad they don’t think sex toys are “Hazardous Materials.”

After packing, the Viking and I went out in search of food and shopping.  We ate at Big Bowl, which apparently prides itself on using seasonal, local produce.  Yay, I don’t have to feel like I’m compromising my inner hippie in the Midwest.  Lunch was really quite good for a somewhat gimmicky (albeit small) chain restaurant.

Then we went shopping.  I’m not a big shopper.  I mostly get annoyed, and when it comes to shopping for intimate apparel, depressed.  The Viking wanted to go bra shopping with me, I think mostly because he wanted to see my boobies in a different setting, but I didn’t want to do that on vacation.  Vacations, after all, are supposed to be fun, not demoralizing.

Chicago has one of just a few of the Lego® stores on earth.  We walked into one of those vertical urban shopping malls and climbed a few escalators.  We knew we were close when in the well of the escalators there were figures made out of Lego blocks.  There was a giant spider and a big rat, made out of Lego bricks.  We went into the store, where there were many, many different sets.  There was also an area where individual blocks could be purchased individually.  While the individual bricks looked pretty, I couldn’t think of what to make with them.  I want to make some fun, funky jewelry with Lego blocks.

The Viking bought me a couple of the sets from the Architecture series. I’m going to have a lot of fun putting these together.  I really like Lego.  I’m a childish nerd.

There were stations where one could put together sets of three Lego people.  Their headgear, heads/faces, torsos, legs, and up to two accessories could be picked individually.  I had an idea considering Pride was coming up, so I got a set of three custom people.

We took our booty back to the room and fit the Lego sets into my luggage.  The Viking escorted me all the way to the airport, which was very much appreciated considering Chicago train stations have stairs, not escalators.  It would have been very difficult for me to carry my heavy-as-shit suitcase.

After the Viking dropped me off I went to my gate.  Luckily, close by was a bar where I had a couple of drinks.  While drinking them I began to play Plants vs. Zombies.  Then, as I entered the gate area I saw someone I know.  Someone I know from San Francisco.  It’s a small, small world.

We talked, but unfortunately we weren’t seated near each other, and the good ol’ days of easily being able to change seats are over.  But my friend texted me before take off and offered to buy me a drink.  Thank you very much.

The entire flight passed very quickly because I was killing zombies the whole time.  Once at home I saw that my baggage had again been inspected.  This time my Hitachi Magic Wand had been left on top of the other suitcase contents.

I had a great time in Chicago.  It’s a nice place to visit.  Would I want to live there?

I swear.  True story.

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I’m also not even close to having breasts this large.  Those are a couple of very large breasts.  I’ll go so far as to say they’re too large.  That’s a lot of boob to deal with.  I’m really quite glad my breasts aren’t that large.  When I was growing up I was worried my breasts would get huge because my mother has giant boobs.  And then when I began developing pretty early I was afraid they’d never stop growing.  But they did, for the most part.  They still grow as I gain weight, and shrink when I lose weight, but without major fluctuations.

I swear.  True story.

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This lovely lady, however, has only had the benefits of gravity so far in her life.  Good for her.  I hope she realizes what she has now, before it’s gone.  Or at least closer to the ground.

All those women who say they posed new when their bodies were looking their best?  Yeah, I get it.  I certainly have never had a nude posing-worthy body, but I wish I knew what I had when I had it.  When I was a size 7 I thought I was fat.  Silly me.  I always thought I was fat, probably because I thought I looked like my mother, who was fat, and because I didn’t look like my sister or my step-sister, who were both very skinny.

While I wish I knew what I had when I had it, I’m glad I have what I have now, even if it’s not perfect.  Not even close to perfect.  I have a funky toenail and flat feet; I miss shaving a few hairs near each ankle bone most of the time; I have a biopsy scar on one calf and a 1990s “tribal” tattoo on the other; I have shitty knees that hurt more when I’m going downhill than up; my thighs are … not slim, but they are strong; I have more body hair than I’d like; my stomach isn’t flat; my hips aren’t small; my breasts aren’t as perky as I’d like; my arms are not well defined; I have a big nose; I have acne; my hair is almost too thick (yes, I know this is one of those complaints for which some will hate me); I require corrective lenses; I grind my teeth.  Not even close to perfect.  But I’m me.

So I’m looking forward to my 37th year.  Happy birthday to me.

I swear.  True story.

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Enough of the torture.  Of you and of me.  It was time.  I changed my tempo slightly and soon you were coming, bucking hard against my hands and face.  Your head twisted from side to side.  Your feet slid off my arms as your legs stiffened, and I could see you pulling at the scarves that fastened you to the bed.

With a slow steady pace of my tongue, I tried to extend your orgasm as long as I could, without allowing your clit to be overcome with sensitivity.

My fingers left you.  My lips left you.  My tongue left you.  And you writhed just a little, catching your breath.

You felt me leave.  For a moment.  A long moment.

When I returned you could feel me over you.

“I want you inside me,” you said.

“Ask nicely,” I said.

“Please, I want you inside me.”

My cock slid all the way in one quick stroke, deep into your pussy.  You gasped, and I kissed you.  Our bodies slid around, slick from the massage oil, only adding to the pleasure.  Try as I might to keep a slow pace, to enjoy the sensation of entering and leaving your pussy with every nerve ending on my cock, I could not.  Instead of the tender slow love making I had fantasized for that night, we were fucking each other with wild abandon.

Suddenly I stopped.

I moved around the bed.

You were panting a little.  Your mouth was open.  And inviting.  I put my cock there and you took it in.  You sucked on my hard cock as I untied the scarves from the bed frame. Free from the restraints, you rolled to one side, took the shaft of my cock in one hand and stroked it as your mouth moved down and up on me.  It was my turn to with pleasure.  I asked you how you liked your taste on my cock, but you didn’t stop to answer. Your other hand gently grabbed my balls and gave them a squeeze.

I pushed myself away from you, and moved behind you.

I lifted you up onto your knees, and pushed your body forward.  With my finger I found your clit again and pleasured it a bit more.

You stretched out your arms and lower body until your breasts and head were flat on the bed and your arms dangling off the edge.  Your ass was raised in the air.  I pushed your legs close together, and then I slid into you.  I held your ass and pumped into you as you moaned with pleasure.

I reached down and grabbed your shoulders to pull you up.  I slid out of you and spread your legs, wide.

You were erect in posture, except for your bent knees.  I slid my knees beneath you and entered you, and you leaned back against me. I pulled off the scarf that was blindfolding you, and you suddenly saw that we were facing a the mirrored double doors of the hotel room’s closet.  You could watch as my cock slid in and out of you.

“I love pleasing you,” I whispered into your ear.

My hands reached around you and grab onto your tits.  In order to keep my balance, I thrust up harder into you.

I could see your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“I am going to come,” I said.

You slid off me, and stroked me from between your legs, and I came.  I came a lot.  And we collapsed into each others’ arms and fell onto the bed, heads on the pillows.  We were still, at least for the moment.

[That's it!  Pretty hot, eh?]

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Then you heard the sound of a zipper, the sound of fabric moving.  And you could sense that I had returned to the bed.  I was close to you again.  Very close.

Your lips were pursed, slightly open.  You were sexy as hell.

No longer able to wait, I placed the shaft of my wanting cock gently across your lips.  Your tongue caressed me.  Then you turned your head and took me into your mouth, tasting the sweet precome that had been building up and oozing out of me for the longest time.  You could only move your head a little so my hips had to do some of the work too, with slow strokes.  You took me deep into your mouth.  I could feel an orgasm begin to well up inside me.

So I stopped.

You felt me get off the bed.

A moment later, I climbed onto the bed between your legs.

You felt the heat of my body hovering over you.

Then you felt the head of my cock.  It was between your pussy lips, but stopped short from being inside you.

“Do you want me inside you?” I asked.

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Then tell me,” I insisted.

“I want you inside me.”

Your hips raised up, trying to get me to slip into you, but I pulled back, leaving my head at the opening of your hot, wet pussy.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.

“Yes.  I want you to fuck me,” you moaned.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please fuck me.  Please.  I want you to fuck me.”

I kissed you. Hard.  Full on the lips.  I fucked your mouth with my tongue and you did the same to me.  Then I stopped.  “I will.  Later.”

And I climbed off of you.  I climbed off the bed.

You heard me go into that bag again.

In the candlelight I could see your breathing was heavy.  I wondered if I was crazy.  Why didn’t I have my body wrapped around yours?  Why wasn’t I inside you?

The massage oil was cold when it hit your upper left thigh, making a line down your thigh, over your knee, and down to your foot.  I started to rub it into your skin; massaged the muscles of your slender leg.

Your leg glistened in the light from the candles.  The smell was intoxicating: jasmine, sandalwood, rosewood, ylang-ylang, and lavender aromas filled the air, mixing with the music and the lust already in the room.

I massaged the sole of your foot, nibbling on your toes as I went.

The massage oil next spilled on your tits.  I massaged them thoroughly.  The sensations of supple and slick beneath my hands was amazing.  So was the writhing of your hips as I touched your tits.  So were your soft moans.

From your tits I worked my way to your shoulders.  I could tell you were completely relaxed, as I sensed no tension at all.

I gently started to massage your neck, rubbing my thumbs over your throat.  In a different situation that might have seemed threatening.  But you trusted me completely.

I gave each arm the same rub down I gave your leg.  I sucked on each finger and thumb as I massaged your hands and wrists.

I worked on your tummy and your torso next, letting my hands slide beneath you to coat your back with the oil too.

Finally, I moved on to your right leg ….

[To be continued ….]

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I moved in with Chris, a Ph.D. candidate at Caltech, who was already living in the back bedroom of a two-bedroom unit of a duplex building.  TT owned the building and lived in the adjoining unit.  Both units shared a cute back yard complete with a lemon tree that produced huge, but tasteless, lemons.

Chris kept his bedroom and I moved into the front bedroom.  Unlike the back bedroom, which utilized one of the hall closets for clothes, my bedroom had a closet in the bedroom.  My bedroom also had a door into the laundry room, which was connected to the kitchen.  I could walk from the front door, to the dining room, through the kitchen and laundry room, and to my bedroom, all without walking down the hall, which did an excellent job of transferring noise to the back bedroom.  Chris and I were able to live very separately for the most part.

Living separately was not all that difficult since Chris was at Caltech most of the time.  I was either at work or at school, and thereby avoided Chris for the most part.  To avoid fights, we agreed to split the cost to hire a maid.  My dog stayed in my bedroom when I wasn’t home; Chris wanted nothing to do with letting her out.

Once I lived right next door to TT, it was easy to participate in the various fun activities he organized.  Well, I could participate in the ones that took place when I wasn’t working or going to school.  Oftentimes, I went to the beginnings of a backyard Saturday night party before I had to be at work.  Busy nights at the pool hall/bar/club/restaurant were not to be missed, both for the potential tips and to show the boss that I was dedicated to work – my boss had a management style that assured the employees were often scared of getting fired.

At one of TT’s parties he served sangria.  I was lucky enough to have not had sangria all night, like many of the guests.  The sangria was sweet, as all sangria is, and deceptively strong, as all sangria should be.  However, TT’s sangria had the extra benefit of making overconsumers, to a one, puke and suffer from a horrible hangover.  The next day, after many of the party’s guests had reported such ill side effects, I asked TT what, exactly, was in his sangria.  He showed me the recipe, which looked pretty basic, with red wine, brandy, and simple syrup.  TT said that the simple syrup seemed like too much of a pain in the ass to make (because dissolving sugar in water can be quite daunting), so he just used corn syrup.  No wonder everyone was so sick!  One had to be careful drinking TT’s alcoholic concoctions.

Along with parties and other elaborate get-togethers, TT had various projects ongoing.  One was his vehicle, a Land Rover Defender 90 to which he was often adding gadgets and accoutrement.  He got a lot of looks when tooling around town.  He got looks and pulled over when we were in Mexico.  Often, the cops just wanted to look at all the various silly-looking attachments TT had adhered to the vehicle.

Another one of TT’s projects involved getting women naked.  Of course.  He said men could participate, too, but it was pretty obvious he only said that to avoid the inevitable “discussions” he would have had to have if only women were involved.  Back before digital cameras, TT used his video camera attached to his computer to take still photos.  The project involved taking a photo of every participant’s eye, ear, mouth, nipple, navel, and knee.  Each photo was a close-up of the particular body part.

The idea was to display all of the photos in a grid up on a wall.  Each of the photos could be moved to any other spot on the grid.  The viewer could move the photos around in an attempt to match up the body parts.  Once TT put all the parts up, it was difficult to know which navel went with what ear that went with what eye.  It was even difficult for me to pick out my own body parts.

I had sat for TT’s project.  To make my nipple more photogenic, there was a fluffer on hand to make my nipple hard.  It was on the day TT was taking pictures of my body parts, and the fluffer had my nipple in his mouth, that the man who would become the Ex picked me up for our second date.  He should have known then I was pretty liberal and generous with my body.

[To be continued ….]

I swear.  True story.

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I guess I must have looked like I had been slapped. She grinned and then stood up and walked over to the bar and leaned on it with her tits toward me in that short t-shirt.

“Fuck me, Jesus,” I blurted as I stood immediately and walked toward her. She just stood there for a moment and then lifted the shirt up and off over her head. Those tits were like melons of tanned and freckled pleasure; great D-sized handles. I wanted to just lift her off the floor by them and then bend her over the bar and drink her like a glass of whiskey.

I unbuttoned her shorts. They slipped down her legs revealing the bald simmering wet seam of her snug love slot. It was glistening with that sweet thick shimmer, the lick-it-and-then-drink-it kind that seemed to be just oozing like jelly from a doughnut.

There were no words. Her thighs opened obediently and were trembling as my tongue touched her fuck slot. Just at the very top of it – just above her button – just feeling the smooth and warm and wet. The scent was sweet seduction. The panting trembling of her belly as she waited for me to impale her on my tongue was mesmerizing. Her nipples were jutting so hard on her firm fuckable tits now that I imagined they would scream if they were touched or sucked.

Slowly I sipped and toyed and then pressed my tongue tip into the top of her snug groove. That sigh and moan … the opening wider of her thighs … her sliding down the front of the bar and splaying wide as she brought her knees up to her tit ends ….

“Yes … oh yessssssssss,”she sighed as my tongue avoided her now protruding nub and began gathering the thick wetness at the bottom of her groove. I twisted her body around over onto her back on the deep carpet and splayed her lady lips with my thumbs like opening a peach. She planted her feet on the floor and began working her hips up and down to reach my tongue.

At the base of her groove, I toyed with that little patch of skin between honey cunt and ass pucker. My tongue found its rhythm and soon I was working her expertly. She shuddered and moaned and then bucked against my mouth. My hands swallowed that full round fuckable ass of hers and I now as nursing her clit like a nipple. She was almost raping my mouth with her clit and her orgasm was just seconds away when I stopped and pulled back and just looked up at her eyes that were now ablaze.

“Don’t stop. Please. Fuck me if you want to … just don’t stop,” she pleaded as she continued to hump the air wanting me to finish her orgasm for her.

I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock for her eyes to get around. The green of her gaze became animalistic and I saw her hand reaching to guide me into her sizzling pussy.

I pushed her fingers aside and began rubbing the head of my cock on her clit … masturbating her clit with the soft round plum of my cock.  Her juices began to gush now and she coated my cock with her liquid like it was spray paint. Still, I continued rubbing, pressing on her clit and not entering her opening.

She drew her heels under my thighs and tried to pull me inside, she clawed at my hips and was scooting toward my cock, trying to swallow it with her aching pussy.

“Nowwww,” she moaned as she writhed and spurted a gush of warm wetness over the end of my cock and hand. The throbbing flow of wet suddenly became thicker and as she continued to spurt, I pulled back and dove my mouth there to capture the rapture of her syrup.

Sucking her clit with my lips and fingering the inside of her snug smooth wet pussy as she continued to ride the waves of orgasm after orgasm and continued to gush more spurts of honey into my mouth made my own cock ready to explode. I reached with one hand and was trying to pump it a bit and still keep Jade fully in use. She saw my action and without a word she twisted enough to get her long slender fingers around my shaft and her mouth on its head.

Those lips of hers were so soft. Her saliva was like warm honey drizzling down over my plum. She was harvesting her own orgasm with her greedy tongue as she swirled and sucked and licked the precome from my cock.

Pulling her on top of me in the 69 pose was perfect – that sweet fuckable ass draped over my face, her mouth trying its best to swallow my cock and her big tits pressed into my belly like hard balloons filled with milk.

“God! I’m coming again. Ooooooooh,” she cooed as she pulled her lips from my cock just long enough to let her orgasm have voice.

I was more than ready to empty a couple days of cream into her sexy mouth, too. I felt my balls ready to explode and was slowly working against her mouth with my cock when she reached under my balls and began toying with my anal area. I was trying not to give into her finger play, but just as she moaned and spewed more of her come and a squirt into my mouth, I felt the first spurts of jizz begin to flood her perfect lips.

“God … yesssssssss. I love come,” she growled as she sucked in a frenzy and pressed her slender finger up my ass in a dance of in and out prodding. As my hips bucked and writhed and as my load was flowing without restriction into her greedy mouth, she turned her finger upward and jabbed my prostate firmly. The burning electric pleasure caused my balls to empty and then turn wrong side out, it seemed. Suddenly my cock was so sensitive I could hardly even stand for her lips to touch it, but she held it in her hand and continued to nurse until I felt my balls seeming to be sucked into my cock shaft too.

“Damn Jade, you suck cock amazingly,” I managed to pant as I stopped for a moment from my cunt lapping marathon.

“Do you like that, really?” she whispered as she licked some of my cream from her lower lip and continued to toy with my now-softened cock skin.

“Hmmmmm, yes,” I continued as I went back to lapping at her groove.

“Maybe when John gets home he will let you fuck me. I would really love to have that cock of yours inside me,” she whispered quietly. “I am so ready to fuck now,” she continued as I looked at her with nothing but an amazed expression. It was going to be one really long night – she looked that amazing and was insatiable, too. I felt like I must have been dreaming.

As we sipped our drinks and continued the small talk, she sat in the t-shirt and let me continue to enjoy the view of her bald pussy. She wiggled her legs back and forth and from time to time reached over and patted my soft mound with her toes.

“So, is my syrup sweet like others?” she began as she toyed with her glass and opened her thighs wider.

“The best I have ever had, Jade,” I replied softly as I let my eyes rest on her bare bosom.

“So … um … do you want more?” she flirted as the front door opened.

[That, unfortunately, is the end.  I want to know what happens with the husband, dammit!  I want our hero to suck Jade's pussy off of her husband's cock.  Also, it would be fucking hot if they DPd her – I'd definitely picture myself sandwiched between those two, with a cock in my pussy and another in my ass.  I'm supposed to meet the author when his schedule allows.  I'll be making some requests ….]

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“Oh my,” she whispered softly as she turned and looked right at my groin and then up at my face. “I need to get some ice. Would you help me?” she cooed softly as she motioned for me to follow her to the kitchen.

“Sure,” I obliged as I walked behind her shapely bottom and then held the bucket for her while she scooped cubes from the ice maker into it. The cold of the freezer made her nipples jut out like cocks and almost instantly she shivered and then shrugged.

“My boobs hate to be cold,” she offered as she pressed her arms down to cover the jutting ends.

“They sure look like they enjoy it to me,” I stammered wickedly in reply as I looked fully at her hard nipples and then up at her eyes.

“You and J, that is all you men think about isn’t it?” she teased as she turned and started back toward the living room.

“Um, yeah I guess,” I apologized as I followed her back to the bar.

“Um … did you mean what you said to John?” she prodded as she looked down at the goblet and placed some cubes inside it.

“What is that, Jade?” I questioned as I became very nervous about what she had been told.

“Um, about sucking him to taste me,” she blushed boldly as if she couldn’t believe she had said it out loud.

I stood for long moments trying to figure out if I should lie and say no or act like I didn’t know what she was talking about, or just admit it and probably be asked to leave. Finally I just decided to let it all hang out and replied softly, “Yes, Jade, I did say I would suck his cock just to taste you on it.”

“Oh my. That is sooooo naughty. Oh my,” she sighed as her tit ends popped out even harder in reaction. She handed me the drink and then motioned for me to sit on the sofa across from her.

“So you enjoy the taste of a woman that much?” she continued as she crossed her legs tightly as if to keep her lady cock from throbbing.

“Usually yes. In your case, Jade, I can only imagine,” I replied boldly as I looked her in the eyes and then moved my gaze downward to her swollen breasts.

“Oh my … tell me more,” she moaned as she scooted closer and looked me in the eyes with a new hunger that I had not planned on seeing.

Sitting beside her as she let the short t-shirt slip up just enough for the pale pink of a nipple to show, I felt my cock growing even harder. I crossed my legs to maintain some poise since I figured her hubby would be home at any minute. I didn’t want to have to explain it to him even though I knew he was well aware of my desire for his wife.

I began talking about how when a woman comes she creates a sweet syrup that has such a sexy flavor and texture. I confided that even though I loved fucking, I really enjoyed performing orally more because of that almost-whiskey addicting reward.

Her nipples were like lug nuts now. The shirt barely covered them and she was crossing and uncrossing her legs as I spoke. Her eyes were glassy and seemed to be transfixed off in some distant place as she listened. 

”Mmmmmmmmm … I wish John loved oral that much. He likes it but he only does it at the beginning and then seems anxious for everything to be over with after he’s done,” she pouted almost as if she was asking for me to explain his actions.

“I guess it takes a craving for such things,” I offered softly as I tried not to get into a husband-bashing opportunity.

“So you have thought about me that way?” she asked quietly as she blushed and squirmed again on the sofa.

[There's more, of course.  So good.]

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These are not my tits.  There are a number of reasons why these are not my tits.  Mine are not pierced, though I’m not against it.  Mine are not this big, or at least they don’t look this big because my frame is larger than this little girl’s.  Mine are not this full and round.  Mine are not this perky and symmetrical.  I wish.

Actually, if I could wish larger-sized tits on myself, they’d probably look like this.  If I could wish smaller-sized tits on myself they’d look more like B-cups.  By the way, those breasts above are probably in the DDD range.  A lot of people have no clue about cup sizes.

These lovely breasts, I’d be all over.  I certainly could have a lot of fun nuzzling these lovely breasts.  Of course those nipples would find their way into my mouth.

I swear.  True (fantasy) story.

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