I was watching TV one morning when someone in a suit appeared for an emergency broadcast. They called for an all-out ban on pinching. It sounded reasonable enough though kind of unnecessary, but I knew at least one gal with huge breasts who wasn't going to like this.
I heard my doorbell ring and it was her. She stood in the doorway, wearing a tight pink top with her huge nipples poking through, looking very sad. "I didn't know where else to go" she said, holding back tears "No one will pinch me".
I looked around past her before whispering that I would be happy to. Then she squealed "Yay!" in delight, jumping in my arms. I closed the door and carried her in to the living room.
The suited politician was still yammering on about the dangers of pinching. Meanwhile, my busty guest pulled down her top, exposing her thick, pointy nipples and begged me to pinch them. I got to pinching to the noises of her moans and the droning of the politician. They started leaking milk and so I had to lap it up with my tongue.
"Pinch 'em! Bite 'em! Suck 'em!" she demanded and I happily complied. This morning started out with a crisis, but now it was breakfast.
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