She cared for me like I was her child, stroking my hair gently with one hand, holding the back of my head tenderly with the other, wanting to fulfill my desire so she could break me free from the chains of lust.
But the way her nipple hardened further against my mouth told a different story.
She was lowering her chest down slowly, guiding her heavy breast toward my mouth so I could suck it properly. Her nipple was soft, pink, and already stiff from arousal, brushed my lips first, warm and inviting.
The moment it got close enough, I latched on it immediately, sealing my mouth around the tender peak and drawing it deep inside.
"Mmm… it's so tasty," I groaned against her skin, kissing her soft pink nipple gently at first, letting my saliva coat it in slow, wet circles. My tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, teasing it until it stiffened even more, hardening into a tight, throbbing point under my licks.
