I was going to call this post ‘Holding On’, but since my blog is already in it’s ninth year, I always check whether I haven’t used the title before. I was surprised to find two posts with the same title, one from 2011, where I was holding onto my slut heels, and the other from 2013, where I held on to Master T’s cock. I am still very proud of the edit in the last one!
But, bottom line, I didn’t want to use the same title again, and when I looked at the image again, technically I wasn’t holding on to anything, but supporting it. Not that my small breasts need any supporting, but I love resting their weight on my hand, and feeling teh rounding of my flesh against my fingers.
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