Mature Debutants

Milf Seekers
His hand slides up from my thigh. Over my shoulders. One goes around my left breast -- squeezing. Pinching. A combination of pain and pleasure. He squeezes the nipple and pushes it out. He breaths his hot breath across. My nipples are so hard it is almost painful. They hunger for his mouth for his teeth. But is not to be. His hands go up to my shoulders and move down again. Slowly. Across the top of my breasts. I push my chest out forcing him to rub my nipples, to pinch them, to pull them. He is to quick. Sex shouldn't be a fight! Yet, my hands stay at my sides. Strange rules we play by. I could reach up and touch myself, or force him to touch me. His hot mouth is hovering over my breast again. I can feel the heat as he breaths out, the cool air as he breaths in. My nipples ache. He opens his mouth and slowly surrounds my nipple. I can see everything. His eyes are watching my face as he does this. I can feel the hot circle of his mouth around my nipple -- but, dammit!, he still isn't touching it. The tension ... He pushes, squishing my breast against my rib cage, carefully avoiding my releasing me and touching my nipple. Suddenly, I can feel his hot tongue. It is tracing around the edge, spirals getting closer to the center. I can't see the tongue, but it is burning a path of white heat.