I like all kinds of women—tall or short, thin or curvy, old, young (well, not—you know—too young), happy or sad. I don't care about the last par...t, because after getting acquainted with "The Big Niner" (that's what I call it), they're all happy. I do have standards. For one thing, they can't be smelly or fat. Also, I only consider swallowers; no spitters, please. (I hate messy broads.) I may sound demanding, but I have earned that right. Ask any woman who's had the pleasure; she'll tell you.It. The trade off to that was that my tits were ridiculouslysensitive. Just having my nipples rub against the fabric of my dress wasoften enough to make me squirm. Having my breasts groped, like the queenwas doing, was enough to make my knees go weak. And then her thumbsmoved, ever so gently brushing against my nipples before moving to traceabout the inner edge of my areola."Does it feel good?" the queen whispered, leaning in to press her breastsagainst my back. Her lips were less than an inch from. She was lost in passion again, her legs moved over my shoulders. I pushed her carefully back a bit more and leaned as far as I could, pushing my ass in the air. Steven was so worked up he was instantly behind me, rubbing his fat cock head against my slit. I stopped long enough to tell him to just fuck me hard. Now! He didn't hesitate and slammed his cock in me half way, pulled all the way back out and slammed back in over and over again until I felt his balls slap against my sensitive clit. I. ......I will take a doubled length of sewing thread and run it behind your neck,tying the ends to your piercings so that your breasts stand up and out like you have an invisible half cup bra on.We will put a crisp starched white blouse on you and we will stroll out for a walk in the autumn afternoon.Neighbours who know us will think that you look a bit perkier than usual,maybe walking a bit taller....They won't quite know what they are seeing.Your nipples are already feeling quite tender from.