I flick the tip of my tongue across your delicately pouting rosebud, and trail wet kisses  mixed with small soft bites up over your cheeks, back and forth across your back, and along your spine, till I am fully erect, pressing into your buttocks.  My hands have followed, stroking, over your hips, your waist and your back till I reach your bra.  Quickly undoing the snaps, I slip the straps over your shoulders, leaving the black, gossamer, lacy garment dangling from your arms.<br/><br/>My hands slip around your body to cup your breasts, moulding, kneading those soft, yet firm globes.  My thumbs seek out your erect nipples, capturing them against the palms of my hands to roll and squeeze them before releasing them to again capture them between my fingers, stretching them away from your body as my hands close firmly over your breasts.