Monday Morning Quickie - We Met, We Came, He Sucked
Feeding my baby was bliss. Since they’d gone to nursery, I missed it. Then he came into my life.
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Monday Morning Quickie - We Met, We Came, He Sucked
He’d found an intimate Italian bistro that offered quiet booths at lunchtime.
We kissed. God, he was a great kisser. I melted.
My hand snuck under the table, slid up his thigh. His crotch already rock hard. He returned the favour, his fingers moving from my naked inner thigh to my thin panties.
I swore under my breath as he skilfully stroked my clit and reignited that long neglected desire.
He drove me home, and I invited him in.
As soon as I locked the door, he pushed me against the wall and we kissed, with tongues, bodies crushed in that desperate first encounter way.
I needed fucking, and he wanted to do it. And fuck, he was good. He undressed me in the hallway. We left a laughable trail of clothes to the bedroom.
Naked, he took me from behind. His heavy cock filled me. The passionate banging made my breasts hurt and yes, they started leaking. My milk dripped down my stomach. He reached around and scooped each breast in his hands. I heard him moan as he felt the wetness. Thumbs flicked my wet nipples, they squirted in response. He soon shot his load. I cried out but didn’t come.
He slid from me and spun me around. Squeezed my breasts. I almost cried as my milk came through. The relief intense. The intimacy charged with desire was a first. It took my breath away.
He bent and lifted my breast so my nipple pointed upwards. It squirted milk into his face. He opened his mouth, greedily lapped at it, then kissed and sucked my milk deep into his throat. His other hand drizzled with milk as he held my other naked breast.
I stood wide legged, tall and proud as he lowered one hand between my legs. He drank my milk as his fingers slid over my clit, firm strokes lubricated with my milk and my cream.
I held his head as he drank, greedy but gentle. I felt intoxicated, breathless. The pleasure of my milk being loved by someone other than my baby. Throbbing pain of my breasts filling. The ecstasy of my clit being circled. The bliss of my pussy being filled with long fingers and hard knuckles.
Fuck. I came all too soon. He pulled his wet fingers from me and rubbed my cream across my nipples. He tasted both my milk and sex.
His cock hard again. We shifted position. He sat back on the bed, I squatted over him. Dominant.
I took him deep inside me as his lips latched onto my nipple. We rode each other in a frenzy I had never imagined. Heavy tits ached as they filled in response to his mouth. I held him tight inside me, needing him to fill me, stretch me, take me with a force that overwhelmed me.
We eventually collapsed in each other’s arms, a mess of milk and cream. Satiated.
I held him against my breasts as he dozed, waited for him to wake and indulge my need once more.
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