With the sweater off, Consolata's breasts, which were so tantalizingly hidden beneath, are revealed to Walter's hungry gaze. Her areolas are largish and the nipples that rise out of them are pink, hard and tantalizing. He puts his hands on her breasts and his thumbs brush across her nipples.
Consolata: That's nice Walter, now I have another job for those lips and that tongue of yours, kiss my breasts and suck my nipples. I really want you to.
Walter: OK, tell me if I'm too rough or anything.