Ask her if you can play with her tits.
From Create Your Own Story
"Let me play with your tits a little," you say. She sighs again.
"Fine," she mutters, angrily.
You reach up as she strokes you, moving to stick your hands under her shirt, and she stops you. "Over the shirt, asshole."
You cup the softness of both her breasts, and even through the fabric the youthfulness of her b cups is apparent. Her nipples are small but hard as rocks in your palms, and you pinch at each one playfully through the fabric. You're getting closer, imagining what they must look like hovering over your face as she bounced up and down on your hips, but not closing enough. After a minute, she's losing her patience.
"I told you to hurry."
"I'm trying," you say. "Maybe..."
"Maybe what?" She asks.
