The girl in the sketch is the perfect embodiment of everything I crave: those girls with sensitive nipples who turn into desperate, horny little sluts the second they get turned on.

Their nipples betray them instantly, hardening into tight, aching peaks at the slightest spark of arousal. One firm pinch and they crumble. Their eyes flutter and roll back, lips parting in a helpless gasp as pleasure crashes through them. Some of them can even cum from nipple play alone, bodies twitching and thighs squeezing together while you barely even touch their pussy.

And fuck, I want to devour girls like that.

I want to bury my bearded face between her spread thighs while she lies there exactly like in the picture, head thrown back, back arched, one hand desperately clutching and twisting her own sensitive nipple. I want to smack her full tits, watch them jiggle, then slap them again harder just to hear her whimper. I want to pinch those stiff peaks, roll them between my fingers, tug until she’s moaning like a needy bitch in heat.

While I’m eating her.

I’m licking her pussy with long, hungry strokes, my thick beard rubbing roughly against her swollen lips and clit with every movement. The wet, filthy sounds of my tongue and mouth fill the room loud, obscene slurping and smacking as I devour her. She’s so lost in it she’s forgotten everything else. Her hips buck against my face while her hands work her tits mercilessly, pinching and slapping her own sensitive nipples without any mercy, chasing that sharp pleasure-pain that makes her even wetter.