Megan Dream
My fingers tingled as I lightly touched Megan’s tits, playfully engorging them at my touch. The quarter shaped areoles taunted me as they moved with the deep pleasure breaths Megan was gasping. I could feel the blood rushing to the tips of her tits, turning them a deep red, engorging them, ready for my mouth. Without even thinking my moistened mouth replaced my left hand on her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth. She tasted sweet and tangy as I sucked away, drawing more blood to the tip. Megan’s breathing was becoming labored as I kept tonguing her tit, pinching and twirling the other, increasing the pleasure she was experiencing. Quickly she was reaching her end. The air was whistling through her mouth as she tried to move with me. With my free hand …