Suck Sophie’s breasts

Sophie watches you warily as you lift one of her exquisite breasts in your hand - you can tell she's worried about what you might do. You take the nipple in your mouth and suck gently, and she sighs, closing her eyes, leaning into your mouth.

You've always loved her breasts - there are breasts and then there are breasts, you know, and you can't always tell from a girl's general looks what's going to pop out once you get her undressed. Girls that are knockouts otherwise might have real saggers. But Sophie's are picture perfect - amazing, really, and you can never get enough of them.

So you've always paid attention to them when making love.

But what you two are doing now, you realize, is something more significant than making love. You're not exactly sure how to articulate it.

You slowly make your sucking a little rougher, then more rough, your hands kneading her tits, then squeezing them. She reacts with a pained, annoyed expression - her breasts are very sensitive. This is when she's always told you to stop.

You don't stop. And as you're biting her nipple, hard, you look up at her face. Her eyes are clenched shut, and she opens her mouth to protest - but then stops herself, bites her lip, and her posture softens again as she sighs softly, “Oh God.”