Chapter 4838 The Big Bag & More(Taboo Fuck):>Ep12
- I looked at her, at her face, she was biting her lower lip with her teeth, nothing more. May not have even known she was doing that. But she was looking my way now, watching. Definitely watching. Desire rising in her, her cheeks were flushed. Desire, and with it a nervousness. I continued, though at one point as I attempted to tug her bra higher, wanting to feel her nipples to expose her breasts beneath the jersey, her hand covered mine. Sudden, but not hard, a soft hand pressed to her breast where my hand was. Stopping me. The rules of red light green light, and I relented. She did not, however, seek to pull my hand out. But, no, I was not to remove her bra, pull it up and off her, expose her. Instead I moved higher and insinuated my fingers over her soft breasts from above and tickled my fingers over her nipples, feeling them stiffen at my touch. This apparently was allowed. Green light! To this also, she did respond by shifting herself, turning herself toward me and moving a little closer. If I could just see her eyes, they would be closed I thought. And yes, as I had imagined, her breasts were sensitive. She loved what I was doing, I could tell, as her chin rose and she lay her head back on the chair, so my ministrations continued. Squeezing and rubbing her little nubs. God damn, it was wonderful.
- My hand now drifting back down her front, caressing her rib cage, her tummy, her abdomen. Continuing, I began slipping my fingers beneath the edge of her tights, pressing low on her abdomen, between her hips, narrowing to that little puss, but still rubbing bare flesh. I could feel the downy hairs form a line from her navel, opening into her little bush. To this her head tipped down again, toward me, her chin nearly touching her neck. I could imagine her thoughts as she looked slightly my way, 'Really?' and her impish smile forming a line, was there any 'behave' in it. Her lips pressed together, our entire conversation an indecipherable read of her mouth. I paused, no response means permission, as I let my palm simply lay over her abdomen beneath her tights, the tips of my fingers playing with edges of short pussy hairs. I could stay like this all day. She was still turned toward me. My god, and she letting me, all of it. Unbelievable. Time again, stopped.
- I was just drinking her in, feeling the curve of her body. The quiver of her flesh, her warmth. The heat of her was melting me, my hand trembling as I held to her. Her legs remained comfortably open.