ElectricBlue
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I'll Need to Change the Sheets Part 2
Part Two of my breast-milk fetish story is up.
It's full on suburban pornotopia. Bec introduces David to her best friend, who's keen for anal sex. David obliges, and the two women have fun.
https://literotica.com/s/ill-need-to-change-the-sheets-pt-02
Part Two of my breast-milk fetish story is up.
It's full on suburban pornotopia. Bec introduces David to her best friend, who's keen for anal sex. David obliges, and the two women have fun.
https://literotica.com/s/ill-need-to-change-the-sheets-pt-02
Bec's breasts were dark now under her top, her big nipples sticking to the milk sodden cloth, dark circles showing visibly through her bra. "I'm giving myself away," she said, looking down at her milky boobs.
"Becca, look at these." Grace stood before us, a wide spread of darkness spreading from the centres of her voluptuous breasts. "I'm starting to flow already. You were right."
She looked at me. "Jesus, fuck, this is hot. I'm going to be yours, lover boy, to do what you wickedly want." Grace came towards me. "You sure meant it, Becca, when you said what happened to you. This is fucking filthy. I love it. My tits feel amazing."
Grace stopped in front of me and methodically undid all the buttons of my shirt. Bec tugged it up from my pants, then flicked it back off my shoulders where it dropped to the floor.
"I think we should undress David first, then he can undress me, then you. Save you till last, Grace, since he's already seen me nude." It sounded like Bec had it all worked out. "Naked male, clothed females. It's a kink with initials, apparently."
My agenda was simple. I wanted to fuck them both, see them fuck each other, drink down their milk, have them fuck me. I'd let them milk me, if they wanted. My cock was heavy, ridged thick against my pants, and I could already feel that deep throb of heaviness in my balls. Whatever they did would suit me.
"Sit here, David." Grace led me to a chair next to the dressing table in Bec's bedroom and made me sit on it, her hand pressing down on my shoulder. She flipped her mane of hair to one side and placed herself on my lap. Her fleshy weight was confusing - she was heavy and soft at the same time. She didn't so much sit on my lap, more cover it. I felt I would sink into her, like lying on a comfortable pillow. She'd envelop me. I felt my cock thicken - my hardness into her softness - the idea of it was enticing.
"Becca told me what you did when she was younger. That's filthy wicked, David." Grace ground her crotch down against mine. "Filthy fucking wicked, lover. Do it to me."