I just wanted my favorite senior to say, 'You've gotten prettier.' That's all it was… But at the esthetic salon I started going to because of a friend's recommendation, I experienced an irrevocable pleasure. Suspicious aphrodisiac oil and expertly obscene fingertips. Relentlessly, gently, after having my nipples tweaked and teased over and over, my sanity melted away, dragging me into the itchy swamp… Before I knew it, my erect nipples would tingle just from clothes rubbing against them or the wind blowing. No good… My breasts… My nipples feel too good… I want you to touch them more… knead and twist them more… Instead of thinking about my senior, I'm seeking the nipple treatment course. Stop me from being defiled, ruined, and turned into a slave of pleasure.
