"Don't move!" she said, reaching around in front of me and replacing my fingers with hers."Don't move!" she said, reaching around in front of me and replacing my fingers with hers. "OH! THAT HURTS!" I whimpered as Danielle squeezed each rock-hard nipple between her fingers. It really did hurt, but it felt good. I liked to be treated like this. My arousal was reaching unbelievable heights. "Quiet!" she hissed between her teeth, using her mock anger to squeeze me all the more hard. I grimaced in pain, cocking my head back. I felt her breath on my neck. Her leather vest pressed into my back. I wanted her naked, too, so I could feel her skin against mine. She must have squeezed the sensitive nubbins for a full five minutes, unrelenting in her movements, continually applying pressure to my aching nipples. My breathing became heavier with each passing moment. "Why are you so wanton?" she whispered into my ear. I didn't answer her. My groans filled the room. Still, she kept the pressure on me, pulling the sensitive protuberances away from my melons, stretching the skin of the surrounding areolas. Finally, when she stopped, releasing the nipples like hot pieces of coal, the whole front of both of my tits tingled with a eerie warmth. Yes, I am wanton, Danielle. So very, very wanton. "Stay still," she said insistently, wrapping her right arm around my waist and grasping me tightly. She placed her left hand between my shoulder blades, pushing forward. "Bend over a little," she ordered, using her hand to urge me in that direction. My nipples were still sore. Were my breasts in for some more torture? "What are you going to do?" I asked nervously, my body now bent slightly at the waist. "Shush!" she said, taking her hand from my naked back. |