I'm not good at describing tits, I like girls without them, but these were pretty nice, they were medium sized, just a little more than a handful, but they were firm, not those disgusting sloppy wiggly kind, and they had a sprinkling of freckles across the top where the sun must've hit them in the summer, like her nose.I'm not good at describing tits, I like girls without them, but these were pretty nice, they were medium sized, just a little more than a handful, but they were firm, not those disgusting sloppy wiggly kind, and they had a sprinkling of freckles across the top where the sun must've hit them in the summer, like her nose. I chopped at the contraption with the scissors and yanked it from her body and tossed it into the waste basket next to the dresser. "Nice boobs kid," I leered at her. She closed her eyes and tears started leaking from her again. I grabbed her left tit by the nipple and pulled upward as far as it would stretch, then slapped the side of her breast, hard, with my left hand. She screamed, and I repeated the procedure on her right tit. I sat back a moment. "Look at me, you little whore." I commanded her. When she didn't, I pulled the hair on the top of her head so her neck was at a right angle to her body and with my free hand I grabbed her left nipple and again pulled up as far as it would go. "If you don't open your eyes and look at me right now, I'm going to cut this nipple right off." I didn't know if I really meant it, but it worked, her eyes flew open and she stared straight at me, then at her extended nipple, then back at me, her pupils dilated in terror. |