Saturday, August 13, 2005


His hands are on my breasts, his mouth tugs at my flesh, his tongue tight against the nipple.
Again and again, his mouth sucks the flesh, his teeth flick against my skin, he presses with his mouth, kissing--and devouring.
"I love your breasts," he looks up and says, pulling away for a moment. "I love them so much I could just eat them up."
You could bite them right off, I think, but I smile and say nothing.
When he tells me he wants to suction the nipples and put clothespins on the aureole to make them big and sensitive, How would I like that? I smile and nod my head.
Yes yes yes.
After the spanking.

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