Your Nipples Were Hard...
I'm sat on the couch when you walk by in your leggings and t-shirt. I notice you don't have a bra on and I can see your nipples through your shirt. I don't know why they're hard, but they are. It sends my brain straight to sex. "Why are your nipples hard?" I ask. You involuntarily flush slightly, your hand coming up to feel your tit. "What? I don't know," you shrug. It comes out of left field, you didn't even realize I was watching you. I like seeing you touch your breast and feel your nipple through your shirt. It didn't take much but I'm horny now. "Take your shirt off. Come show me your tits." "Not now, babe. I'm busy," you reply, starting to walk off. I stand up quickly, grab your arm, and jerk you toward me. You lose your balance and fall into me as I pull you against me, your ass pressing against the hard-on growing in my shorts. I've still got your arm and I twist is slightly, making you bend over