Dirt extraction

Gobbler's fingers resumed their gentle dance across Sally's skin, his eyes fixed intently on her chest. As he touched her nipple, he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think I found it," he said, his eyes wide with excitement. "The stain is right here, on your nipple."

Sally's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed in concern. "On my nip?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. Gobbler nodded, his face inches from hers. "Yes, I'm sure of it," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "But I think I can get it out," he added, his voice dripping with confidence. Sally's eyes locked onto Gobbler's, her gaze searching for any sign of deception. She could see the intensity in his eyes, the way his pupils seemed to be dilating as he spoke. His breath was hot against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of excitement and trepidation. Her mind was telling her things were taking a weird turn but she was already this far in.

Gobbler's face was inches from her plump round breast, his nose almost touching her skin. He could smell the sweet scent of skin sweat, mixed with the earthy smell of the outdoors. His heart was racing, his mind focused on the task at hand. He gently brushed his fingers against her nipple, feeling the softness of her delicate white skin. Sally's eyes never left Gobbler's as he touched her nipple, his green stubby fingers sending a shiver down her spine.

"I think I can get it out," Gobbler said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'll need to use my mouth."

Gobbler's words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Sally's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he was suggesting. She looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception, but all she saw was desire. She took a deep breath, her mind racing as she considered her options. The soft, lecherous touches she felt on her chest weren't helping. A few moments pass and she felt her head was feeling all fuzzy, her thoughts no longer registered as she responds softly with trembling lips.

"..okay" she said, her voice as soft as his.

As soon as the word "Ok" left Sally's lips, Gobbler's face lit up with excitement. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, and his breath caught in his throat. He leaned in closer, his nose almost touching Sally's skin, and his lips parted slightly. Sally's heart skipped a beat as she felt Gobbler's warm breath on her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Gobbler's fingers, still lingering on Sally's nipple, began to gently circle around it, as if preparing for what was to come. Sally's eyes never left Gobbler's, her gaze searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. Gobbler's lips then suddenly brushed against Sally's skin, he let out a soft sigh as soon as they made contact. His mouth both warm and gentle, Sally felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over her almost completely overwhelming her body. Gobbler's tongue darted out, licking her nipple in a soft, circular motion. Sally's eyes fluttered closed, and she felt her head tilt back slightly.

As Gobbler's tongue continued to dance across her nipple, Sally sighed as her body would tense up then relax after a few seconds. Her eyes remained closed as she felt him almost feeding on her pink areola, her body leaning back. Exposing her neck to the warm sunlight, the gentle rustling of the leaves in the nearby trees and the soft chirping of birds in the distance created a soothing melody that seemed to harmonize with the sensation of Gobbler's mouth on her skin. Eventually the added sounds of his sloppy slurps and locks followed right after, he was like an overgrown baby feeding on Sally like some mother. This made her feel an unusual feeling running between her legs as she sighs again, enjoying the sensation of this perverted brat feasting on her defenseless cute little nipple. Gobbler did nothing more then to enjoy his meal, gently chewing and sucking as he pressed his entire green face into that fat fleshy balloon. Relishing on the soft, creamy sensation and drinking from an empty tap.

Gobbler's fingers, still circling around Sally's nipple, began to apply gentle pressure, causing her breath to catch in her throat. His touch was like a spark, igniting a fire that threatened to consume her. Sally's head tilted back further, her neck exposed to the warm sunlight as she let out a soft gasp.