I was thrilled to let him do that for quite a while, going back and forth however he liked... but eventually, I really started to miss being able to kiss him back. I tipped his head back as he was in the midst of trading breasts again, pressing my lips firmly to his. He chuckled, but didn't fight me over it, letting me sink fully back down into his lap again as we made out. I pressed myself against him as hard as I could, and started to rock. Grinding my naked, vulnerable kitty against the bulge down the leg of his pants, my firm, heavy breasts rubbing up and down against his chest. Then I giggled, and he broke our kiss, raising his eyebrow in question.
“It's your chest hair,” I admitted, bashfully lowering my eyes. “It tickles my nipples.”
“Good tickles?” he asked. “Or bad tickles?”
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