My hands went to her tits and I caressed both of them, my hands squeezing and kneading their softness as I felt her nipples poking hotly into my palms.My hands went to her tits and I caressed both of them, my hands squeezing and kneading their softness as I felt her nipples poking hotly into my palms. As I felt her fingers grasp my nipple between thumb and index finger, I let her nipple poke up between my ring and middle fingers, my fingers contracting around the sensitive buds of pleasure. She began to pull on my nipples as she began to ride my cock like a horse, posting up and down on my prick, her lips still sweetly locked on mine. I could feel all my senses concentrated in three pleasure centers: my cock inside its velvet-smooth wetness; my nipples being pinched harder and harder as the pleasures grew; and my lips where her tongue continued its intrusion into me. As her fingers pinched harder, I let my fingers return the feeling to her nipples. Finally I couldn't get enough pressure with the two fingers so I grabbed her nipple between my thumb and the nuckle of my index finger. I started twisting her nipple back and forth as I felt her fingernails begin to dig into mine, the pain/pleasure radiating throughout my entire body. As she came, her fingernails nearly drew blood and I squeezed her nipples as hard as I could, the pressure turning their pinkness white. As she came down from her orgasm she said, "Now be more gentle. I love to feel the pain when I'm cumming, but now I just want to feel softness on my nipples." I gently massaged her nipples, flicking my fingers up and down over their surface until I felt her fingers begin their pressures on my nipples. I duplicated her actions. When she tortured, I tortured; when she was gentle, I was gentle. Since I was still rock hard, I let her continue to ride my cock as she brought herself to two more major orgasms and, I'm sure, a number of smaller ones. |