Blog Blogger: IN THE VIP undo the buttons of my blouse, and let it fall to the floor. I wear no brassiereˇXthere is no need. My breasts are aching, ready for his touch. He encompasses them in his large hands, covering them, and begins a circular motion, caressing them until the nipples stand hard and proud. He leans forward, and takes one of them into his mouth, rolling the breast in his mouth, tonguing the nipple, brushing his beard across the sensitive flesh. I whimper once more, and push against him, clasping his head and groaning. He murmurs against my breast as he suckles me like a baby, and I pull his head closer to me, trying to get it as close as possible. He pulls as much of my aching bosom into his mouth as he possibly can, and I almost weep from the pleasure.
