Her Breast was Art

A masterpiece not yet mastered, strange lips that have not yet begun to run upon the surface of what was sweet to the virgin eyes and new to the innocent newcomer. “The Art Of, Sucking Breast” Vanilla Valley, Cleavage escaping from the detailed lace bra that was overwhelmed with the task of trying to hold the bodacious breast within. Waiting to take it all in, giving her the very thing you want to receive “Love” I couldn't contain my passion for them, “O to suck the sweetness.” For them to swing in my face as they are released from the lovely lace my tongue gliding across her sensitive nipples as my lips tend to wait on the moment of loving fate to taste her supple flesh to look upon her gorgeous areolas it was Art.