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I gotta confess, I’m a boob girl. There’s just something about getting my boobs sucked and kissed that drives me wild. Even while making out, feeling his mouth on my tits gets me so high, it’s like nothing else. I love it, can’t get enough.
I make sure my partner gets to see and be aroused by my boobs. I dress in a way that highlights them, low-cut tops, no bra, just letting them be free. When we’re alone, I tease him, letting him catch glimpses, knowing it’ll get him worked up. When the moment’s right, I guide his head to my chest, encouraging him to kiss, lick, and suck them for a good 15–20 minutes. I love the way his mouth feels on my nipples, the way it makes my whole body tingle.
After that, when we’re both worked up, he moves down to my pussy. By then, I’m already so turned on, it’s just pure ecstasy. No worries, no regrets, just pure, raw pleasure.
I gotta confess, I’m a boob girl through and through. There’s something about having my breasts touched, sucked, and kissed that drives me absolutely wild. It’s not just a preference — it’s an obsession. The way his hands gently undress me, sliding my shirt off to reveal my bare chest, makes my heart race. I love it when he takes his time, teasing me by brushing his fingertips over my nipples, feeling them harden under his touch.
When he finally lowers his mouth to my breasts, the sensation is electric. His lips, warm and soft, pressing against my skin, kissing and licking my nipples, it sends waves of pleasure through me. Every…
