She wants him to play with her tits (+20 Suspicion)

As Hannah considered what to do, conflicted between her need and her fear of scaring Ashton away, one choice stood out. It was clear as day to her, and when she decided on it a warm glow filled her from the inside, along with a fluttering need. She already felt her nipples hardening before she even said a word.

“So, you want to keep your shirt on? Just your shirt?” She confirmed.

“Yeah, I just… It’s my boundary, you know…?” And Ashton gestured vaguely, but didn’t finish his sentence, looking awkward. Hannah quickly diverted his attention.

‘What about me? Can I take off my top?’ And she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping them and feeling their weight before letting go, blatantly teasing him. She saw him look at her breasts and grow red in the face, and her grin widened. “Would you like that? To see my big tits?” She shook them gently side to side, enough to entice him.

His face got redder as his glance darted down and then back up to her eyes. She could feel him struggling not to look at her tits, and she loved the conflicted expression on his face. “Yes,” he said. A brief moment of hesitation. “I would like to see your…”

But he left the sentence hanging, so she teased him further. “My what? Tell me.” She leaned in and added, “say it in the nastiest way you can. Don’t be shy, baby, c’mon… Say it.”

He swallowed nervously. “Yo… Your tits. Your… Beautiful, big, sexy… Fucking tits.” And she could feel him hesitating afterwards, afraid he had gone too far.

Instead she laughed and lowered down her dress and her bra, freeing her breasts before squeezing them playfully at him. “That’s right, baby. My big, sexy fucking tits. Mmm… And they’re all yours!”

{if Porn Star = True}She teased her own nipples with her fingers and immediately felt a shiver of pleasure run up her spine. Sensitive as always, begging to be touched! She wondered how it would feel for Ashton to mash his face against her breasts, before licking and teasing them. How it would feel when she wrapped them around his cock and felt him thrusting until he came on her tits and face… The anticipation was enough to get her giddy with excitement.

“Fuuuuck, my nipples are so hard right now,” she purred, teasing her nipples some more before moving her fingers away to show them to Ashton, puffy and pointing outwards. “See?”

“Oh,” and Ashton looked at her breasts, and seemingly was unable to look away. “Yeah…”

Hannah grinned and approached him as she felt her nipples hum with their quiet, **** need. “Come on, baby. Feel how hard they are. Touch them.‘ She stopped right in front of Ashton and grinned with anticipation as he slowly raised his hands, hovering them over her chest.

His touch was gentle at first, fingers sinking into her as he stared in quiet marvel, as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. He was transfixed now, staring only at her breasts as he gently squeezed them and felt their weight. And even if his hands were not experienced, she loved his mute adoration, and the warmth in his hands as he reverently groped her. He would never forget this for the rest of her life, she was sure of this. It would be burned in his mind forever, and any other woman he would ever touch would have to be compared to her. She groaned with pleasure.

But she soon wanted more. “Grope them harder,” she instructed with a soft moan. “Rougher. Like… Like you don’t care about me, and only want to touch my tits.” Hannah bit her lip after saying that, wondering if she had gone too far, or if Ashton would agree to that. But the thought of someone using her body, without a care for her feelings, using her body like a toy to get off… It turned her on so much, for some reason! It made her tremble with desire. She couldn't stop herself. She needed this!

{endif}{if Hardcore Party Girl = True}{if OnDrugsMilk = True}But as she squeezed, she felt a few drops of milk ooze from her breast and dribble down, surprising Ashton.

“You’re… Your breasts… Is that, milk coming out?” He asked, confused.

Hannah felt the nervous tone in his voice, and her stomach dropped. No. She needed him to accept it, to like this side of her. She needed him to learn to like this too! So she made a sad face and looked down for a moment.

“It’s… It’s a condition,” she said, her voice low, as if she was voicing a secret. “My breasts lactate even if I’m not pregnant…” She then looked up and gave her best pleading expression. “Do you hate it? My milky tits?”

“No, no…” He immediately rushed to her defense, as she hoped. “Don’t feel bad! You are amazing and sexy and…” He hesitated for a moment, at loss for words, before deciding the best way to show how he felt was with actions rather than words. So he kissed her lips, and she felt a thrill as her nipples brushed gently against his shirt, one still a bit damp.

“You like my milky tits then?” She asked, pushing her breasts together with her hands. They were too big for her fingers to fully cradle, and each of them felt so heavy and full… And so deliciously horny. “C’mon baby,” she pleaded. “Show me how much you love my big, full tits. Please, please show me, please…” She moaned. She felt her nipples aching to be touched. Only some slight teasing and they would release more milk, she knew it. And the anticipation only made her hornier.

“Wow,” Ashton muttered. “This almost feels kind of… Taboo.” And he chuckled, a bit nervous… Or was it excitement in his face that he was trying to hide? But then he looked at her face and quickly added, “but, but…! There’s nothing wrong with that! It’s just how your body is, right?” And to her delight he reached with his hands and began teasing her breasts and squeezing them. She moaned immediately, and even gentle as he was it was still enough for more milk to dribble down into his fingers as he teased her. He paused for a moment, but then resumed his teasing and she moaned even harder as she felt his hands getting wet with milk as he teased her. It felt so wrong, so messy… But it turned her on like nothing else! {else}She imagined herself lactating as she did so, oozing milk right in front of Ashton, and moaned at the thought. A pity she hadn’t taken her lactation pills!

“Come suck on my tits,” she begged. “Suck on them hard.”

And after a nervous glance he obliged, making her moan again. She closed her eyes and imagined herself full of milk, feeding a grown man for her own kinky needs. It felt so wrong, so perverted… But it turned her on like nothing else. Soon she was fingering herself hard while he sucked and licked her nipples, switching from one to the other as her fingers pistoned in and out.

“Here, let me help you with that,” he gasped, a trail of spit trailing from her nipple to his mouth. And he reached down and tried teasing her with his own hand. Unsure how to react, she sank into the couch and fumbled to lower her panties as he rubbed her pussy. And to her disappointment he quickly moved his focus from her tits to her bottom half, even as she appreciated how concerned he was to get her off.{endif}{endif}{if Hotwife = True}He saw the way he was looking at her body, drinking it, and felt a tingle of pleasure. She loved being looked at, feeling desired. This was a rush like nothing else.

“Say how much you like them, baby… C’mon, say how much you want them.” She teased, squeezing her tits together playfully. His face went red, but he looked down at her breasts as if hypnotized, and could not tear his gaze from her body.

“Your tits are amazing,” he said, feeling more emboldened by her reaction. “They’re so big and… And so sexy. I…” He swallowed nervously. “I’ve wanted to see them for a long time. Naked. And to suck on them. I’ve fantasized about it,” he admitted.

Her smile widened as a tingle of excitement ran down her body. “And did you fantasize about my tits tonight, on our date?” She asked, rubbing her breasts and feeling her nipples grow harder. “Did you think about sucking my tits while we had dinner together? Hmmm?”

Another nervous glance from Ashton. “Yeah,” he admitted.{if Branch2SlutwearOn = True} “Your dress looked so hot… the way it squeezed your boobs together and hugged all your curves? I… I couldn’t help staring at you all night.”{else} “You looked hot as ever tonight. I couldn’t get my eyes off you.”{endif}

Hearing his words sent another tingle down her spine. “And did you notice that some other guys were looking too?” She whispered, a playful, teasing tone to her voice. “Hmm… I noticed some of them staring… Probably wondering what I looked like under my dress, fantasizing about doing all sorts of nasty things with my tits…”{if Branch2SlutwearOn = True} She smiled wickedly. “Why, if they looked at the right time some of them might have even got a glance at my bare pussy, under this dress…” She teased, moving her dress skirt aside and showing him that, as she said, she was wearing nothing under the dress. Ashton’s eyes widened and his face got redder.{endif} Hannah paused, enjoying his conflicted expression, before she finished with, “but no matter how much they looked at me, and wanted me, only you get to touch these tits baby… They’re all yours. And only yours.”

Hannah saw a number of conflicting emotions flicker across Ashton’s face. Surprise, nervousness, lust… And was that a hint of jealousy? But even conflicted as he was, she could also see he was turned on by her breasts, and did not look away from them. A warm, sinful pride in her body made her even more excited and she encouraged him. “Come and take them, baby.” She smiled, squeezing her tits together.

He stepped forward, a hungry look in his eyes, and although he was gentle at first, soon he began eagerly squeezing and massaging her tits while kissing and licking her nipples, much to her delight. She felt a jolt of pleasure as she felt his hunger, his desire for her, and giggled. “That’s right, baby,” she encouraged him. “These tits are all yours… Yesss! Make me yours!”

And she moaned as his enthusiasm redoubled as did his **** on her tits. To see the normally shy and reserved Ashton so hungry for her body, it turned her on like nothing else.{endif}