boobie suck: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in boobie suck. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “boobie suck,” she sighs, “please boobie suck.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “boobie suck!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “boobie suck”.