I hesitate. It's almost like touching them will ruin the moment. They are absolutely beguiling just the way they are, without my hands on them. Would you touch a masterpiece painting?
"They won't break," Sam says, opening her eyes to see why I've stopped moving my hands.
"Are you sure?" I tease as I start slowly from the bottom tracing the outline of her impeccable breasts, gently lifting and lightly kneading as I work my way to the center. Taking a deep breath, I soap over the light smattering of freckles that surround her areolas and then press my palms against her pointy n*****s.
"Mmm. That feels nice," Sam says, arching her back to press harder against my palms. I move my hands in a slow circular motion, barely touching the tips of her aroused n*****s.
Re-soaping my hands, I pull h
