F/39 Remember the way my skin felt underneath your finger tips? How your hands caressed my body, feeling every curve, memorizing every inch. How you cupped each breast, lifting it to your lips, taking my swollen, hard nipple into your mouth. Please remin
POV: You see a female reading in the street, with no bra and some Jehovah's Witnesses preaching at the side. You approach and discover that her nipple piercings are noticeable through her t-shirt and that she's reading a book written by the Marquis de