Maul Erin's breasts

Leaving the nipples alone, you dig your fingers sharply into the brunt of Erin's tits. Her breasts are young and firm, giving very little as you savagely twist your wrists right and left.

"Tchh" Erin seems to... approve of the sadism... just, not to her! What starts as a dirty hiss of exhilaration shifts to a disapproving exhale as you spend a little too long rubbing your hands on her like you're trying to start a fire.

"Just the nipples, moron," she spits.

Her breasts felt great in your apish grope, but you should probably shift gears.