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could’ve fit him. He prepared me for that thick, long, dick.
“You feel so good.”
He groaned, more like a growl in his state, and then pushed his cock farther in. My sex expanded, trying its best to fit him. We were both slick. My pussy flowed with my juices, making it easier for him to enter half way. I cried out, reaching for him, wanting him even closer.
If I wrapped my arms around him, I thought I could take his cock all the way.
He fucked me slowly, letting me savor it like I desired. It also allowed him to stretch to my tits and lick them while he fucked me. Legs spread wide, and taking him until his balls smacked against my ass, I tried my best not to release, but it was proving difficult as the seconds passed.
“Please, Master, let me milk.”
“Not yet,” he said, and he pinned me down, fucking me and licking me faster.
He pulled back, then drove his cock in deep. Each thrust, he brushed against every groove in my pussy. I clenched and pulled him in.
“I can’t hold it,” I wailed.
Teasing me, he twisted my left nipple, still rocking my hips into him, crashing me into his strong cock. I twisted, trying to break free from the pressure on my nipple. The milk surged. I was at my breaking point. Did he expect me to control my milking in a situation like this?
He watched me struggling, getting off at me fighting over my need to come and milk. Knowing he controlled me, he gripped my hips tight, spreading my legs farther and opening me up, letting him swing his cock at the most orgasm inducing angle. He was playing with me, knowing that he could make me come hard whenever he wanted. The whole time he was holding back.
I was his. Completely his.
The next orgasm rolled over me. I tossed about, but he held me down, keeping his cock rushing against my trigger spot as I came. I was so terribly sensitive, and I could feel the milk pent up at my tits, rushing with my sweet, lovely juices.
“Milk. Give it to me."
The milk didn’t flow out of my tits, it shot out of my tits, showering my Master. The release was true ecstasy, like nothing I ever experienced. I was right to trust him. After coming, and lactating, I experienced bliss like never before.
My Master still had his cock inside me as he lapped up my milk. It rushed from my tits, running down my curvy form and making a mess. I knew he would lick every drop. He pulled out to suck on my tits, drinking it right from the source. He looked just as heavenly as I felt. His eyes closed as he chugged.
He climbed closer to me, his cock pressing against my thighs.
“Now I get to have yours, Master. Will you let me have your cum?”
I stroked his hard cock. It pulsated, his balls surged, and he looked like he was on the verge of coming from being inside me and then drinking my delicious milk.
The milk spilled from his lips. I still had more to give.
“Yes,” he said after swallowing a mouth full. He went right back to drinking that seemingly never ending supply.
It felt like one long orgasm. My body kept thrumming with his love. The only thing that would make the experience complete would be if I had his cum. I jerked him off faster, even taking some of my milk and lubing him up with it. After I did that, he leaned back, flexing and grunting, he hit his breaking point.
I covered his cock with my milk.
“Yes, Master, come for me,” I said. Then I got on my hands and knees and begged for it. I put my tongue up to his cock head.
I didn’t need to touch him to get him to burst. He came, spurting his hot cum onto my tongue. He unloaded, and I grasped his balls, giving them a massage to drain him completely. When his cum splashed my lips and got me messy, I sucked the rest out of him.
He pulled back. I wanted more.
My Master saw the last drops of milk leaking from my tits. He kissed my thighs, working his way up to my breasts, licking them dry, and then he gave me a long, passionate kiss.
“You’re even better than I imagined, and I imagined you to
“You feel so good.”
He groaned, more like a growl in his state, and then pushed his cock farther in. My sex expanded, trying its best to fit him. We were both slick. My pussy flowed with my juices, making it easier for him to enter half way. I cried out, reaching for him, wanting him even closer.
If I wrapped my arms around him, I thought I could take his cock all the way.
He fucked me slowly, letting me savor it like I desired. It also allowed him to stretch to my tits and lick them while he fucked me. Legs spread wide, and taking him until his balls smacked against my ass, I tried my best not to release, but it was proving difficult as the seconds passed.
“Please, Master, let me milk.”
“Not yet,” he said, and he pinned me down, fucking me and licking me faster.
He pulled back, then drove his cock in deep. Each thrust, he brushed against every groove in my pussy. I clenched and pulled him in.
“I can’t hold it,” I wailed.
Teasing me, he twisted my left nipple, still rocking my hips into him, crashing me into his strong cock. I twisted, trying to break free from the pressure on my nipple. The milk surged. I was at my breaking point. Did he expect me to control my milking in a situation like this?
He watched me struggling, getting off at me fighting over my need to come and milk. Knowing he controlled me, he gripped my hips tight, spreading my legs farther and opening me up, letting him swing his cock at the most orgasm inducing angle. He was playing with me, knowing that he could make me come hard whenever he wanted. The whole time he was holding back.
I was his. Completely his.
The next orgasm rolled over me. I tossed about, but he held me down, keeping his cock rushing against my trigger spot as I came. I was so terribly sensitive, and I could feel the milk pent up at my tits, rushing with my sweet, lovely juices.
“Milk. Give it to me."
The milk didn’t flow out of my tits, it shot out of my tits, showering my Master. The release was true ecstasy, like nothing I ever experienced. I was right to trust him. After coming, and lactating, I experienced bliss like never before.
My Master still had his cock inside me as he lapped up my milk. It rushed from my tits, running down my curvy form and making a mess. I knew he would lick every drop. He pulled out to suck on my tits, drinking it right from the source. He looked just as heavenly as I felt. His eyes closed as he chugged.
He climbed closer to me, his cock pressing against my thighs.
“Now I get to have yours, Master. Will you let me have your cum?”
I stroked his hard cock. It pulsated, his balls surged, and he looked like he was on the verge of coming from being inside me and then drinking my delicious milk.
The milk spilled from his lips. I still had more to give.
“Yes,” he said after swallowing a mouth full. He went right back to drinking that seemingly never ending supply.
It felt like one long orgasm. My body kept thrumming with his love. The only thing that would make the experience complete would be if I had his cum. I jerked him off faster, even taking some of my milk and lubing him up with it. After I did that, he leaned back, flexing and grunting, he hit his breaking point.
I covered his cock with my milk.
“Yes, Master, come for me,” I said. Then I got on my hands and knees and begged for it. I put my tongue up to his cock head.
I didn’t need to touch him to get him to burst. He came, spurting his hot cum onto my tongue. He unloaded, and I grasped his balls, giving them a massage to drain him completely. When his cum splashed my lips and got me messy, I sucked the rest out of him.
He pulled back. I wanted more.
My Master saw the last drops of milk leaking from my tits. He kissed my thighs, working his way up to my breasts, licking them dry, and then he gave me a long, passionate kiss.
“You’re even better than I imagined, and I imagined you to
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