MILF hardcore
No, don’t say anything. How can I make him shut up! I spill my drink all over
my sweater. Ruined. He jumps up. I feel the liquid seep through the cotton. It
is cool against my hot sweaty skin. It trickles down to my left nipple. I can
feel it around the nipple. There is more there. It seems to be collecting, a
weights, tugging. And it feels good. I close my eyes, in my own world. Finally,
it drips off my nipple onto my stomach.
My nipples are rock hard. Every breath is one of pleasure. I don’t want to even
take my top off as they won’t have anything to rub against. Tough. I slide it
over. I rub my hands across my chest, the sticky drink spreading. I move across
my stomach, both hands up and cup my breasts. I gently draw circles around the
nipples, stretch them a little. My body is humming. I push inwards on my
nipples, and they slip sideways because of the drink. The sunrise of the slip
sends a shock through my body. Shiver.
