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You Look around, not sure who you're worried will catch you, you're the only one who would judge you for this. Still you feel guilt, as if you're betraying your true self. But this is your true self. Your true self has breasts and you need to get used to that fact. Ever so hesitantly you squeeze the soft flesh and inched your finger to the knub of your nipple that had pulled the strange noise from your lungs. Prepared now for the contact you're not caught off guard by the sensation of electricity that flows straight to your head and also... down. Your nipples are responding to the attention and hardening.

You kept kneading and squeezing your breast, pinching and pulling on your knubs first gently and slowly increasing in intensity as you found each higher level was building up a pleasure you very much wished to feed. Your breath was coming out irregular and every attack on your nipples elicited another lusty moan. You were increasingly light headed, losing track of your hands. Only in tune to the pleasure. One hand, taking advantage of this lack of oversight while the other was squeezing the spotlight of your mind elsewhere, snaked its way down, answering the siren's call of your **** sex.

The first contact wiped your mind. Your traitorous hand had won, a complete coup. The mental block had been breached and the unanswered calls of a needy pussy stuck behind a useless fake cock for your entire life hit you all at once. What happened next was a flurry of pawing and rubbing as a hopelessly inexperienced young woman tried to do everything at once in reckless abandon under the influence of wave after wave of hysteric pleasure until you crossed over an edge. Your pussy clenched and spasmed. your body went limp as you gasped for air.