I just wanted my favorite senior to tell me, "You've become beautiful..." That was all... But at the esthetic salon I started visiting after believing a friend's story, I discovered an irreversible pleasure. Suspicious aphrodisiac oils and exquisite, lewd fingertips. As my nipples were relentlessly, gently, and repeatedly teased and rolled, my reason melted away, and I was dragged down into the swamp of nipple orgasms... Before I knew it, my swollen nipples became abnormally sensitive, throbbing just from the friction of my clothes or a gentle breeze... No... my breasts... my nipples feel too good... I want you to touch me more... I want you to knead them more and more... More than my feelings for my senior, I'm now a perverted woman who craves the nipple treatment course... Please stop me as I'm being soiled, broken, and turned into a slave of pleasure.