Imagine this.
You're blindfolded, lying on what feels like a hotel bed. It's a warm room and you aren't sure how you got here. You can hear loud music thumping through the walls. The room seems to shake. You remember a party you were at. But when was that? You're definitely not sober.
Your head spins ever so lightly, and a familiar high clouds your brain. You're not scared either. So what are you doing here? You try to move your hands to feel around, but they're tied to the headboard. What. What is happening? The panic starts to grow inside..
Then you feel warm breath above your left nipple. You realize you're naked. Moist, warm breath. Everything becomes silent. You can only feel breath. Whose is it? You lift your chest slowly, as much as you can. The face retreats, teasing you. Tempting you to come to it, rather than the other way around. You try to lift your chest higher, giving the mouth access. You still cannot reach. You know the mouth is there somewhere, but your nipple can't feel the breath anymore.
You relax, melting back into the bed. Kind of disappointed. And then your nipple is engulfed by that same mouth. Sucking, pulling, nibbling, licking. Whoever it is, they know what they're doing. You feel shivers travel down your spine and your pussy begins to moisten. A tongue flickers across your nipple, right on its upright end. You moan slowly. Please don't stop. PLEASE.
The mouth continues to play with your breast. Kissing it tenderly, sucking it hard. Tracing circles around your nipple and then pulling it into that moist, hot mouth. You can feel the passion in that tongue. A hand moves to your right breast now, fondling it gently. Turning you on even more. Your hips begin to move back and forth slowly.
You don't even care who this person is. you're not bothered by this circumstance. Even if it's a fucking dream, you want to get fucked so hard.
Your hands try and pull free of the handcuffs. You want to reach out and find a dick. It's there somehwere, hopefully. You can't free your hands. This is torture. Meanwhile, your breasts are now being attacked vigorously. Between fondling and licking and sucking and pinching you do not understand what is happening.
The mouth lifts off the left breast and traces its tongue all the way across your chest. Kisses are being planted around your nipple, fully erect. Slow kisses, wet kisses. Round and round the mouth goes. You lift your chest, telling the mouth to do what's required.
Then the right nipple is engulfed my warmth and moisture. Bitten softly, by teeth. Sucked deep into the mouth. The left breast, dripping with saliva, is now being handled. A thumb finger and an index finger grab that nipple and twist it this way and that. Your mouth is open wide, in a state of ecstatic shock. And then the hand is removed. The mouth gives your breast one last kiss and it retreats.