Lauren continued to gently knead and fondle them, fascinated at their shape and texture. Her skin was soft and warm, like heated silk in Lauren’s hands as they glided over it. The aureoles were rougher and the n*****s were as hard as pebbles. She took one between her thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed it. This elicited a moan from Roxanne. Lauren continued to caress them and cup them, gently working the soft flesh with her fingers and palms.
She glanced up at Roxanne’s face. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut, and she was unconsciously chewing her lower lip. As Lauren watched a quiver ran through the redhead’s body and she began to sway unsteadily. Apparently her n*****s were far more sensitive than Lauren’s own.
“Problems?” Lauren asked, smiling.
Roxanne did not seem to hear her.
