I woke up to her tongue. Wet and circling. My nipples hard and throbbing. So I just moaned. She didn’t ask. Didn’t need to. My top was already half-off. My nipples growing with each lick. Slow, gentle… then harder. Her spit dripping down both nipples. She watched me arch for her. Her lips stayed open. So close I felt every breath. The wet kiss of her mouth. Soft licks. The tugging of her fingers. Then she switched. Drooled some more. I couldn’t stop gasping. Until I made her beg back. With my own tongue. I gave it back. Mouth to nipple. Nipple to mouth. I sucked hers until I could feel her shake above me. She started it. But I broke her too. Well, well, well. Aren’t we Mr. Vanilla. No rough hardcore. You just want drool dripping down pert nipples. And you call yourself a fetishist… Circe (190906_06)