Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in love bites on breast. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “love bites on breast,” she sighs, “please love bites on breast.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “love bites on breast!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “love bites on breast”.