While she didn’t really want to, as her own body wao keep right on taking pleasure iher’s lips, it was the o breathe and the iing little fun squirming that Heather did that piqued Cire’s i. “I’ve never had a woman go s my hands, Heather.” Cire pyed and casually flicked the remaining buttons on her shirt open. “Want to tell me …. why…” Cire heaved a needy breath, “...you are dang? I think it’s dang.”

  “Mmmhummm.” Heather affirmed and watched with hungry eyes as Cire opened her blouse the rest of the way and admired Cire’s wide shoulders and equally full breasts all covered by her milky white skin. Initially nervous, Heather hesitated in moving her hands from Cire’s waist. Unlike before, Heather didn’t stop Cir whearted to lift her top. A quick sigh of disappoi, “Maki go.. I like those belt loops.” Heather quietly bit her lip pyfully and lifted her arms, and relished in the soft cotton being slipped over her own body. Uo tain her orehension that welled up within her, Heather closed her arms around the light baby-fat that remained over her tummy.

  Ign the obvious shyhat Heather was peting against, Cire unfolded her legs and stood up. “Still way too tense.” Cire reached for Heather’s grey-brown hair and freed it so it tumbled its full length down her back to the top of her butt. Smoothiher’s hair across both shoulders Cire gently took that same opportunity t the straps of her partner’s bra to from her shoulders. She pressed a gentle kiss oop of Heather's shoulder. “You look amazing, Heather. Nothing to hide at all.” Cire delicately whispered into Heather’s ear. “We stop anytime…if you aren’t fortable.”

  Within a sed of Cire’s offer, Heather deed rapidly and was still heady from their initial kiss. “N-n..no.” She stammered while she had chills go the length of her arm with Cire’s toud removal of her bra. She looked up with her brown eyes, wide as saucers. “Excited and nervous. I am still dang although you don’t feel me doing it.” Heather kissed Cire’s shoulder iurn, giving her permission to tinue. “Amazing.” Heather expressed furtive and intimate.

  Walking behiher, Cire reached out and dragged her long yellow polished nails from Heather’s shoulders to the middle of her bad let out an affirming sough as she watched moosebumps pop-up across her partner’s bare babsp; It was only after a quiver rippled across Heather’s body that Cire stopped. “Too much?” She offered sensually.

  “N-not at a-all.” Heather stammered and looked up at Cire with a lustful smile. “Happy, excited and burning on the ih your touch but…” Heather felt like her skin was close to bursting into fmes, with her clothing as the kindling. “...but m-my bra doesn’t have hooks in the b-back.” She stammered and leaned into Cire’s stomach, giving it a light kiss.

  A little snicker preceded Cire’s response. “I figured as much, Heather.” Cire finished her little fingernail exploration, and fluffed a pillow that had been smushed into the arm of the sofa. “You have a young daughter. It was either a front opening or a nursing bra.” Cire slipped her fingers lightly aloher’s spine aly eased her partner onto her back. “Homeless means you use what you .” Cire k and unclipped the dergarment. Sliding the bra from underh Heather, Cire cupped her hands and begaender kneading where the small underwire had been. “There we go…so, so beautiful.” Rubbing the sensitive area to relieve where the metal had created an imprint, Cire worked her way around and up Heather’s fair-sized breasts and with a siimuting squeeze, made Heather’s nipples pop-up and give off a few small drops of breast milk.

  Without much thought, Heather covered her nipples with her hands and her eyes flew open from where she’d been pletely rexed. “I - sor -” Heather felt Cire’s finger on her lips and quieted down. It was only after Heather settled back down that Cire moved her finger. Doing her best to get bato the heat of their moment, Heather closed her eyes and focused on Cire’s toubsp; A few seds ter, worry disappeared and her body was once more alight with sexual anticipation. It eased her mind that twiow, the things that Heather was self-scious about had been no big deal to Cire. Interruptihoughts of admiration came from the swift lick around her areo and subsequent suckle on her nipple sent shockwaves of delight through Heather. Arg her back with every supple pull, Heather slipped her hands into Cire’s hair as the tingles in her nipple sent her mind into a morass of lustful fusion. Shallow and desperate pants escaped Heather as she tried to form words to describe the sereions. “I..” Heather heaved and sighed, “...love this…your lips…what, what you’re doing…” Heather meweled in pleasure a quiet.

  A lusty and silky sensatiohrough Cire as she captured Heather’s nipple and was rewarded with a fair bit of the creamihat came from Heather’s breast. Part of her had the deep-rooted feeling like she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying the milk that had flowed into her mouth the moment that she’d tugged Heather’s rosy tips. Yet, the more sexy, aroused side of Cire deftly let the guilty pleasure fuel her body in a way that made her fiih little pleasured needles. With a radiant and irresistible smile, Cire released Heather’s tightly beaded pebble, “Is that..” She licked across the tip to remove any excess cream that she’d created with her kneading, “...so? I add a bit of magic to the mix if you’d like…” Cire purred and licked her lips.

  “Hmmm?” Heather opened her eyes in time to witness Cire’s smile and watch her immediately lick the tip of her nipple. “Oh, good heavens.” Heather flopped back down, her mind rag with the burned image of Cire. “No-M-magic..you are magic as…” She groaned happily and wiggled her hips involuntarily. “When…do..” Heather tried to ask Cire when her breast was once more the ter of attention. No matter how many times Cire blew air or licked wet circles, Heather felt as though it was not enough. Letting out a pleasing growl loud that was akin to a pyful lioness, Heather spped the coud held her lip ieeth until Cire finished her test round of nipple pleasure. “What-What are you do-doing to me?” Heather breathlessly asked, “You’re…you’re b-bringing out the animal in me.” Heather purred and sunk her fingernails into Cire’s shoulder. “My kitty cws…” Heather purred.

  Lig from the bottom to the tip of Heather’s brazenly exposed breast, Cire turned on her knees so Heather could unsnap her cream-colored and frilly brassiere. “If you need something to do with those lovely cws, start there.” Cire teased and giggled wheic made a snapping noise as her chest was set free. “God, that feels so…” She wiggled the straps from her shoulders and faced Heather with her bare broad shoulders and equally matched apple-shaped and heavy breasts. Mirr what she did to Heather’s chest, Cire massaged herself and slipped her hands up enough to make her owable wide nipples rise for Heather. With a deep and guttural mewl, Cire gave Heather’s hands another kiss and grinned wide. “Let’s see if you are less nervous, my little doc-tor.” Cire licked the rim of her lips and poio the button that held her jeans in pce. “Oton, not a row of them, sweetheart.”