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His hands roamed over her pouting breasts.
It was a good, soft, comforting feeling. She moaned and stretched her arms out in a “T” and squeezed her eyes shut as he studied and teased his wife’s naked body.
The nipples were as he had left them eighteen months ago-turgid, rosy, standing up at the crest of her round, firm mounds like tiny, pink, nailless thumbs. Her throat dipped gently, rising up along her thin, delicate neck to her dainty ears screened with silky, auburn strands of hair.
He leaned down and kissed her soft neck, letting his lips trail down to her breasts where he captured the hard nipple and sucked it eagerly into his thirsty mouth.
“Ummm,” she moaned, running her slender fingers through his curly hair. He teased the nipple between his teeth, feeling its hard, marble-like shape roll from one side of him mouth to the other.
“Glad I’m home?” he asked, letting the nipple pop out of his mouth and sliding his rough hand down to her thigh where he stroked the ivory flesh gently.
“Ummmm, yes,” she answered dreamily, lolling her head and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.