Tap those tits in the clothing store!

You glance around as we wander aimlessly through the racks. *tap* *ding*

"I wanna suck'em." You whisper, sliding your hands up my sides.

"Shit." I whisper back. "It's just..." I glance around. Mostly empty. No one around here. "You just got level 3..." I turn toward you, your hands still up my shirt, now maneuvered around to grope at the underside of my breasts. Damn that feels good...

"Fuck it, okay, but, seriously, I gotta..." I tap my phone and slip it back into my purse as your fingers work their way around my tits. I reach under my shirt and shove your hands out. "That's not gonna get'em in your mouth!" I smile slyly, tugging the front of my shirt down and popping my tits out in one swift motion.

You lean in, lips closing around my large, dark nipple as I gasp softly, biting my lip. I awkwardly reach down, trying not to disrupt the wonderful things you are doing to my breast while I shove off my skirt. It falls to my ankles and I clumsily work around to lift it up with my foot.

*smack* "Ungh!" I bite down hard on my lip to hold in a moan as you pop wetly and noisily off one nipple and close in on the other. I grab a hanger, it's got a shirt on it, but I don't care as I shove the skirt up under it, tucking it around the hanger. It hangs. Ish. I shove it back on the rack.

"Okay, that's enough!" I push you off, tugging my top back in place over my very sensitive, very stiff and very slobbery tits.