She returns to her apartment. She walks to her room, her breasts jiggle with the little
support you give them, her wet nipples rub on you, "Yeaaah," You moan.
She reaches a mirror and takes her top off to reveal a wet bikini top being impaled by two
erect nipples. She smirks and starts to play with her right nipple through your fabric; you
moan once again at the same time she does. "More! Please!" You scream.
"You felt so good at the pool," She said as she worked on her nipples, "You are better than
anything I've ever tried before."
"Yes... better... nipples..." You try to think as an "orgasm" builds inside of you.
"So... I decided I won't take you off for the whole of the week," She finally said, now eagerly
massaging her nipples and yourself with both hands.
You still feel the water from the pool inside of you. "Wet... I need to be wet... Wet
breasts..." You rationalize.
After a while, the girl has an orgasm on par with your own building "orgasm".
"You... are so... good..." She says, panting and then kisses you.
She then goes to bed and sleeps with you on.