
WARNING
Big Tit Nipples contains mature content. You must be at least
18 years of age ( 21 in some countries ) to view this material.
If its illegal for you to be here and view Big Tit Nipples,
press the back button on your browser. If you are of legal
age to view this material, Enter Big Tit Nipples Below.
|
I have this wonderful apartment near the University. It's one of those setups that people kill for. Of course, it's only so sweet because the rent is reasonable. A large, 17' x 17' room with a skylight, it's in the upstairs of a average sized house that I share with three other guys, all of which are basically out of school and working. On weekends, I invite the 'crowd' of friends over for get-togethers upstairs, with the mood lights, mixed drinks, and light conversation. The whole setup is quite relaxing, even if I don't get out often, and when we need some wildness, we simply bring the party downstairs to the living room and crank up some INXS on Chris's stereo downstairs and play quarters and dance lasciviously with friends and lovers. It's all quite simple and easy. This weekend I planned on starting with a get-together and then moving it into a full party as more people arrived. The guest list included the usual bunch of friends, including the same lot I've known for years, plus the numerous acquaintances I'd met through them, including my girlfriend, Nicole, who I'd met at the last get-together. She decided to come over for dinner, so I cleaned up the place during the early afternoon. The party wouldn't start for another couple of hours, so I was quite relaxed. Nicole was looking at ease, as she always did, and after feeding her some fettucine and sausage in white sauce, we laid back satiated. I clicked on the mood light, and sat back, leaning my head on her chest. Nicole's chest is always something I've admired, with her monstrous breasts extending out at least six inches. Plump and soft, they often remind me of your pillow after a long day's work: something you can dive your face into and be lost forever, and the more you wiggle, the more cozy it feels. All during this, she was playing with my hair, softly caressing the long black waves, twirling them in her fingers. It was so relaxing with the Billie Holiday tape playing the background. Day in, Day out... That same old hoodoo follows me about... I looked up at her chin, and brought my hand up to her neck, placing my opened palm across it, and slid it up to where my fingers touched her right ear. Slowly stroking the lobe, first on the surface, and then probing inside, I felt her entire head arching back, the tension of her hands released from my hair. Like an almost irresistable urge, I brought my face to her neck. A glancing touch of my cheek against her neck, and then the hot, wet breath upon her skin forced her head to arch back further. She let out a sigh, and I could imagine her eyes rolled back, lids closed against the red light which glowed overhead. I kissed her neck very gently. The slight shiver ran up to meet my hand, which now was sliding through and through her wispy, brown hair. The other, meanwhile, was running lines across her left leg, while I rested my torso across her lap. The masterful trick was in coordinating the "mazy motions" of the hand on her calf to those of the right, now reaching behind her head. I blew again on her neck, halting the hands- again, the shiver. Starting up again, I pulled myself up to a more dominant position, and touched my lips to her neck, but did not kiss it. The stroke was even, smooth, and brought my face up closer to hers. Sliding over to the left, I breathed a sigh into her ear, "Ni- cooooolllleee..." the same way people do at salt water beaches, when their lungs are filled with salt, and mist and sand. I was filled with desire, and breathed this into her ear, and began gently rubbing and licking it. Eventually, I tired of this, and rubbed my cheek against hers and then, quite suddenly, glided my lips over hers, barely touching. The sensation was electric. Baby, you'd never know it, But I'm kind of a poet... So gimme me one for my baby and one more for the rooooaaaddd... Later, we moved over to the bent chair. My housemates have a bunch of old chairs. You know the kind that have metal tubes the somehow hold up the weight, and don't bend back when you sit on them. Well these had bent back. I was leaning back on the chair, but my back was to the seat, which worked fine since the whole thing had bent to the floor. Nicole was lying on my lap like I had before to her, but she was extending her legs out to my right. I had my right hand on her hip and was rubbing her hip and legs, gracing over and under her remarkable curves, and occasionally glancing between her legs as if it was an accident. My other hand was wandering around her neck, face, hands, arms, and often slipping across her breasts. Still enclothed by her sweater, I knew that she felt this, but not enough to take this as a signal. The neat thing about this bent chair is that it rocks forward until your rear end is on the ground. However, if you keep your weight back, you can adjust this and get a rocking effect. I began using this as a way to keeping her face just out of reach of mine, so she couldn't kiss me until the time was right. I stared into her eyes, like a man possessed by a demon far worse than one she thought she unleashed. After short periods, she became unnerved and swooned to look away, a schoolgirl again. But being in such proximity, she eventually caught my unbreaking gaze from her periphery and looked back, holding my trance as long as she could before repeating this cycle. All this time, she tried to edge closer to me in an attempt to start the kissing, which she felt more comfortable with, and which would break this nervous and anxious moment. Using the chair, I kept maneuvering her body away, and held this for a long time... Foggy days Longon town... Major Melons has Tons of Big Tit Nipples Pictures
and Large Tit Fucking Sex Movies
|
Sexy Big Tit Nipples - Hot Big Breasted Women Showing Off Their Huge Tits