my girlfriend has sensitive nipples… [MF]

“Ry! You’re home early!”

I kick the door closed and take my shoes off, eyeing her. She’s sitting at the small wooden desk, her laptop set out, a webcam on a tripod behind it. “Did I catch you chatting with your other boyfriends?”

Daphne rolls her eyes and giggles. “Oh, yeah, all dozen of them. At the same time. You jealous?” Her sarcasm is thick.

Our apartment’s small, the desk is shoved in the corner, the camera faces the door, I’m in the background of her shot. “You’re not streaming, are you?”

“No,” she says, “I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m making a recording, a math lesson.”

I walk up behind her, lean over her shoulder, peer at the screen. I see myself, then check out Daphne’s mane of dyed burgundy hair, her cute smiling face. Her delightfully large tits. We make eye contact through the screen. “You look good.”

“Mmm, thanks.” She cranes her neck, we kiss. Her lips are soft, she smells sweet.

I shoot my tongue into her mouth, feel her moan. “I actually think you should leave this in your video,” I say, “Give those kids something to fantasize about.”

“Ry!” she giggles, “They’re fifth graders. They don’t think about that yet.”

“You obviously didn’t know me in fifth grade,” I kiss the back of her neck, watching myself do so on screen, “If my teacher looked like you, I would have never been able to concentrate on my work.”

“Failing fifth grade,” she coos, closing her eyes as I caress her collar, “Now that’s attractive.”

“They’d have held me back,” I say, nibbling on her earlobe, “I’d be in your class year after year. My favorite day would be show and tell.”

“Fifth graders don’t do show and tell,” she murmurs, basking in my attention.

I chuckle. “Naw. My favorite day would be when you wear these red sweaters.” I push my hands down her chest, cupping her breasts. “Bet you all the boys pay close attention on those days.”

“Gross, Ry,” she giggles, “Don’t say that.”

“Bet you they all wish they could do this,” I say, sliding my hands down her collar, through the neck of her sweater and under her bra, finding her nipples and pinching them.

On screen, Daphne’s shocked. She gasps. “Ry!”

I play innocent, saying, “What?” I watch myself on her laptop screen, my fingers moving beneath the red fabric, tweaking her nipples. Daphne’s shock turns to annoyance, but annoyance with a smirk. And she begins to blush, her cheeks reddening, her freckles starting to shine through. I lick her ear.

“What are you doing?” she says, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Nothing,” I say, squeezing her nipples between thumb and index finger.

“Ry,” she whimpers, “I can’t do this right now.”

“Do what?” I whisper into her ear, brushing my fingertips just gently over her skin, fondling and playing with her breasts.

“You know,” she pants, “This.”

I squeeze her chest, cup it, let it bounce down. “Tell me.”

“You know I have sensitive nipples.”

“You do?” I say, pinching them, one at a time. “I didn’t realize.”

On screen, I see Daphne’s chest heaving, ecstasy taking hold in her expression. She looks down, panics. “Oh my god! I’m still recording!”

“So?” I pull on her nipples.

She gasps. “You can’t keep doing that!”

“Why not?” I massage her tits, kneading them, letting my fingers run wild.

“Ok,” she says, “You’ve had your fun.” She moans and writhes. “I have got to get this finished.”

“I have to get you finished.” I bounce her tits up and down, watching them stretch against the fabric of her sweater.

“I’m serious,” she says. But she arches her back, pushes her breasts into my hands.

“So am I.” I stand to get a better angle, unbutton her sweater. It only opens a few inches, but it’s enough. I pull her tits free, her sweater and bra beneath them, holding them up high. They’re glorious, round and perfect. I play with them, run circles around her nipples.

She looks up at me and pleads, “Stop…”

“Really?” I tickle her.

“Yes,” she gasps, “No! I don’t know… don’t stop… don’t stop…”

I watch on screen as I pinch and pull on her nipples, teasing them mercilessly. She whimpers, squirms in her seat. I’ve played with her tits plenty, but never this far, this exclusively. I wonder how far I can take this. I rub my fingers along her nipples in long, gentle strokes.

“Not too hard,” Daphne mutters.

“I’ll try to hold back,” I say, giving her nipples a solid squeeze.

Daphne rolls her head back and gasps, “Ry!”

“Yes?” I tweak her again, pinching and pulling, and she squeals. She bucks, twitches, but I hold her in place, keeping her in her chair.

Her voice is small, pleading, a whimper. “I need you.”

I pull her up, kick her chair out of the way. We’re both in jeans. I free my cock from mine, shove hers down mid-thigh, underwear too. My dick’s stiff enough already. I’m behind her, my shaft bouncing against her thighs, feeling the heat between her legs.

We both watch the screen as I find the angle, push my cock against her pussy. She’s sopping wet and ready to go. I take her from behind, fondling her tits as I do. I fuck her good, squeezing her nipples with each thrust.

I’d already gotten her close, and it doesn’t take her long before… “I’m cumming…” she’s wailing, eyelids fluttering. The camera gets a close up view.

I can feel her ecstasy. Her body tenses, spasms. She loves how I touch her. I ride her hard, deep, for my own needs. This isn’t the time to draw things out, this is just a quickie, and I fuck her like I mean it.

It’s only a few moments before I grunt, “Fuck…”

She knows what I mean. “Do it!”

And then, hands cupping her glorious tits, tweaking her nipples, I’m pumping her full of my spunk, draining my balls in her.

We’re kissing again, making out in the afterglow.

I look at her. “You’re going to save that video, right?”

“What kind of lady do you think I am?” she scoffs, “Of course I am.”

“Good,” I grin, “Just be careful which folder–”

She rolls her eyes and giggles.

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