takinator1954

2 size smaller. But I desisted from falling a victim to my own urges. Somehow, call it a man's instinct, i felt it was a game of endurance or a war of attrition. And women dont like men whom they can outlast.  Any sensation, no matter how pleasurable, if continued for long can get monotonous and damp even fiery moments.  So at intervals i rolled my tongue over the nipple, brushed it again my lips, lapped her breast and even lightly sunk my teeth on her areola. And then i would suckle her again.  Gradually her breathing started to get heavier and her bosom started to rise up and fall. It was difficult to bob my face to keep in rhythm with her heaving breast but rhythm, as all of you know, is paramount in intimate association. At a point