Breasts ; My Breath line .

Tits; Nipples ;

Still tilting in my mouth so fresh
And blowing so hot in my loin's organ
No taste match yours nipples which
Are really purple and make me supple
Caressing that velvet skin is really harnessing my
Sex of fire; even now igniting my belly full of sexual desire
Full , round and plum mangoes and ripe with sweet nipple arrows
Makes one forget the woes of life;
if I clutches one of your nipples for life
Words are meant for explanation;
For your Nipples; I've found none except the sucking sounds of mine
I am yearning for that sucking, and the huge hard on
I may get while doing that sensuous nipples fondling
All I am caring and cajoling you is just this ...
Let me fondle you till I die;

Prasa .