Excerpt from my book:
As I was lost in the pleasure of experiencing his cock, I felt my right boob, which was firm to the point of freezing, gripped softly by his rough hand. I loved how he handled my boob with care. My meaty boob slowly started to melt in the grip of his fingers.
Now, I really wanted my boobs to be touched by him – both of them, not just one!
I suppose he did himself more harm than good by reaching out for my busty, tender offerings because if he hadn’t touched my boob, I would have continued sucking his cock for I don’t know how long (quite possibly until he came in my mouth) because I was enjoying myself to the hilt!
One of the things that I do when I really enjoy a man’s body is that I make a conscious effort to slow my rate of breathing by breathing very deeply because I want to take in all his smells.
But my blood vessels were about to burst when he seized my sensitive-to-the-touch boobies!