I loved when my nipples were pinched and sucked. I had a small chest but my nipples were really sensitive.Greg eventually brought his lips back to min... and his hand went down to play with my clit and the pink VCH piercing on the hood of my clit. I moaned again and pushed myself more against his hand, trying to push his probing fingers into my pussy. I would do anything to ease the ache I felt.“Not yet," he said with a chuckle and started to stoop down. His hand went back to my chest and his. The urgency started to grow quickly and immensely. I was bouncing and wiggling all around my seat. I was struggling to hold on, I was beginning to panic. My body began to rock back and forth uncontrollably. I felt little beads of sweat forming on my forehead, I started feeling little shivers run throughout my body. My pussy began to ache and tremble. I couldn't resist the urge to grab myself. I reached down and pushed on my pussy, pressing as hard as I could. Believe it or not, applying. Ourkissing gets deeper as our tongues play with each other, while your righthand slips down to caress my stocking-covered thigh. Then you move up tomy soft breast, squeezing it first through my silky blouse, then slippinginside both blouse and bra to take it into your hand and play with myhardening nipple.I sit back so that I can slowly unbutton my blouse and both of your handsmove up and down from my hips to my waist to my breasts in a constantmotion. I take off my blouse, revealing a lacy. Her vagina was flooded. She could feel her wetness on her panties. Her vulva was tumescent, her clit turgid. She envisioned the ridge of her hooded clit protruding from her labia, as she knew it was, and she envisioned the tip of her clit protruding from its hood, begging to be touched, rubbed, squeezed, and even abused. Her clit was so sensitive she knew it it would be torture to be rough with it, but sometimes she needed to punish her clit in the worst way to get off in the best.Really, that.