What are you so shy for, angel? You were begging to touch me earlier, and here I am, granting you the rare gift of allowing it, and all you do is get flustered and keep your hands to yourself?
This opportunity doesn't come by often. Come on now, darling, I'll guide you through it. This is all for you to worship, this body's attention is all on you. And your fingers have been itching to explore - let me take your hands and put them on my shoulders, can you feel the muscles moving beneath, love? Can you feel my breath hit your skin as you trace my collarbone? Do you hear me softly exhale as your palms shyly travel deeper, on their own, grabbing my tits and enjoying the heavy weight of them on your hands?
You should see your face. Lips parted, pupils blown and eyes staring at my body like you're a starving man on the market. My little hedonistic angel. Oh and how your hands enjoy playing with my tits, almost selfishly - cupping them, bouncing them on your palms, pressing them together, thumb rubbing over my nipples. I can see it on your face, you're so desperate to bury your head in between them, so what's stopping you? I've never seen you dart forward quite this fast, pushing yourself against me, trapping yourself in between my chest while your hands slap them against you from each side.
My, my, you're really enjoying yourself. I can hear your muffled moans, I can feel the way your hips softly ruts against one of my thighs. You just can't help yourself, can you? It's quite alright, baby, I allow it. After all, that fucked out look on your face is all too pretty, especially if all it needed to elicit it was my tits smothering you until you're lightheaded and wet.
You keep going, much less shy now, your hands fondling and pushing and squishing, your lips thirstily sucking my nipples into your mouth or your tongue circling and flicking - it's a messy, fast-paced, horny rotation you go through, sucking on nipples, pushing your face in between my tits, watching as you press the meat together and lick both nipples in one go, all while you keep thrusting against my thigh, until...
What a mess you've made after so little time and even less stimulation, oh, you poor thing. It seems like you weren't ready to enjoy this body to its full extent after all, mh? You got overwhelmed so quickly, now heaving against my chest, still lazily suckling like the good little angel that you are. I'm afraid we'll have to keep practicing then, don't we?