He cradled the soft, resilient weight of the high young mound solemnly, feeling it warm and supple and gloriously feminine in his palm. He drew his trembling digits around the erect nubbin of her throbbing pink-brown n****e, teasing the very edge of the circle of her crinkled areola, feeling her shiver. The girl bit her lips prettily, and her dark eyes silently dared him to continue.
Soon he cupped the pleasant handful more confidently, feeling the creamy flesh firm and smooth as he measured it with his grateful palm. She felt so good. He gathered the ripe strawberry of her n****e between hungry fingers and thumb, stroking, pulling, and twisting. Smiling, he watched her flushed face respond.
He worked the other breast out of her top and fondled both of them happily, watching the resilien
