The hand is cupped, the fingertips nosing into the undercurve, and that nicely proffered tittie is gently lifted. He balances it on his very edge of his fingertips, testing its weight, its heft, its incredibly silken feel. His thumb brushes back and forth across the pliant n****e, teasing it into greater prominence as he studies his guest’s attractive face for the slightest reaction. Claudine tilts her head to look down at the hand that is busy toying with her breast, watching his playing fingers through hooded eyes; otherwise, she does not move a muscle.
The curved fingers flick the little tittie upward sending it bouncing firmly, before letting it settle into place with the liquid quiver of a mound of firm jelly. Now, with his eyes still on the young woman’s impassive face, his fingerti
