: I appreciate the murmurs and sounds of the crowd when they look at the damage I caused Anne’s breast. She is pretending I did not wound her, but there will be no hiding her pain when I bite the other one. I am going to clamp down on it and shake it like a dog with a toy. I know she regards my having pubes as almost canine, and am affronted by this. Is that the only way this kraut can make herself feel superior?
She has my nipple, and releases it, she searches through my bush and grabs my fleshy lips, and again goes off hunting for other targets . I don’t let on, but in each case, I had stiffened up and braced for the terrible yanking. What the hell is she hunting for down there. Is this a strategy to make me concerned?
As my mouth seeks her flapping breast, one hand goes behind her and grabs her bottom while my other hand goes to her front and lifts up. I snarl “You won’t escape having your nipple chewed to shreds”, as I pull up with my arms. I see one German staring in as my mouth opens to bite at Anne’s brown tipped tit, and for effect, I clack my teeth. When I open to bite for real, the breast moved. Fuck!
