They're lovely

With the hint of a smile, Gabrielle unbuttons her blouse slowly, keeping the blue silk over her breasts as she unfastens the front. Only when the last one is unbuttoned does she hesitate holding the two sides together as she grins up at you.

"I think you are a wicked man after all, I should not have sat on the couch with you, M'sieur 'awkfeather." Before you can remind her that it was her decision to bring you the erotic pastries that got her in trouble, she opens the blouse allowing you to see every inch of her marvelous tits. As you expected they looked remarkably similar to the iced cupcake in your hand. Perhaps a little larger, and her nipples sit a little higher, but the same creamy smoothness and dark and swollen nipples. "Do you like them?"

"They look good." You say with exaggerated contemplation, "but how do they taste? Are they sweet?"

"Oh M'sieur, who is teasing now?" Gabrielle giggles, and then wetting a fingertip in her mouth she rubs the saliva on her left nipple making it glisten in the afternoon sunlight. "I hope they are sweet, but how could I tell?" She places her finger back between her lips sucking provocatively on the tip.

Who could resist an invitation like that? Your mouth drops to the nipple she had been teasing and pull it into your mouth, sucking on her teat like she sucks on her finger. She moans softly and goes up onto her toes to lift her breast against your lips. The chewy tip of flesh tastes as good as you hoped, warm and slightly salty with a hint of something floral from her body wash or perfume.

"Very nice." You tell her hoarsely, "but I think they could be even sweeter." Before she can protest you smear the cupcake all over her jiggling flesh scraping the icing off the cupcake onto her tits, "Let's try again."

For the next three or four minutes you lick and suck at Gabrielle's lovely tits cleaning the frosting off of her warm soft skin with your tongue paying special attention to the hard nubs that top her breasts like sweet cherries on a ice-cream Sunday. Gabrielle has her hands enmeshed in your short hair pulling your mouth from one breast to the other moaning and sighing with gasps of pleasure as your feast on her tits.

Your cock is hard in your pants, throbbing with desire but you are still mostly in control. When you're satisfied that you've tasted ever square millimeter of her tits you lift your head with a contented growl of satisfaction.

"That Miss DuPlessis, was a wonderful welcome to the Pink Rose Academy." You tell her as you reach behind her to open the door. "Now, I recommend you get out of here before I do something we both end up regretting."