The warm moist hungering breath rolls against the sensitive skin of her breast. Wrapping tenderly around the nipple, the sensation stirring it to it’s most firm. Her breath catches as the nipple puckers up erect meeting his lips like a lurid kiss. His tongue loops around the nipple in a gentle tease before it slides along the underside of the firm yet exceedingly tender and sensitive nipple. It guides the breast into his mouth as if that was the only place it could ever perfectly fit. The tongue gently starts to press against the underside of the nipple and as the pressure increases, as the breast spills into the mouth so does she. A warm sensual spill eager to fill and nurture, to soothe and sate, and to entice and enliven. The flow that drowns any sorrow, sadness, or pain threatens to pull him down into a never ending embrace. To hold him in this embrace that erases turmoil from his mind.
What once started as desire and lust gives way to peace and tranquility, for now. For the moment she gives him what he needs most. Peace. Later they can dive into carnal throes, but for now they come together, for now they fill the needs of each other.
Feed me?
Mommy snuggles and milk, bring us closer!π¦π π¦π π¦π€€
Sooo good
Mmmmm ohhhh yeah baby!
All night and then all day or as often as they refill~
Wish I could taste
Give me a bottle to put in my protien shake π΅βπ«
oh yes, let me suck them, and here, have a seat on daddy’s cock
Feed me
Beautiful milky nipples!π₯΅ππ₯°
You win poetry of the day!
The warm moist hungering breath rolls against the sensitive skin of her breast. Wrapping tenderly around the nipple, the sensation stirring it to it’s most firm. Her breath catches as the nipple puckers up erect meeting his lips like a lurid kiss. His tongue loops around the nipple in a gentle tease before it slides along the underside of the firm yet exceedingly tender and sensitive nipple. It guides the breast into his mouth as if that was the only place it could ever perfectly fit. The tongue gently starts to press against the underside of the nipple and as the pressure increases, as the breast spills into the mouth so does she. A warm sensual spill eager to fill and nurture, to soothe and sate, and to entice and enliven. The flow that drowns any sorrow, sadness, or pain threatens to pull him down into a never ending embrace. To hold him in this embrace that erases turmoil from his mind.
What once started as desire and lust gives way to peace and tranquility, for now. For the moment she gives him what he needs most. Peace. Later they can dive into carnal throes, but for now they come together, for now they fill the needs of each other.
Yes ma’am but you have to suck me next
Love to
Yea mama
Yes please let me
Yes ma’am.
Yes mama, Iβll be a good boy for you
The problem is I suckle until I pass out π
I’d suck your milk while I fuck you with my big cock