Adult Breastfeeding Kink Mga Nobela at Kwento

One of his big hands cupped my breast roughly, squeezing it hard before pinching my nipple between his fingers and twisting. I screamed into his mouth, the sharp pain mixing with pleasure. “Fuck… Daddy!” I cried when he finally pulled back for air. He didn’t stop. He pinched and rolled both nipples harder, tugging them until they were swollen and aching. Then his hand slid down between my thighs, rubbing my soaked clit in fast, rough circles. “Now let Daddy help you with this greedy little pussy,” he growled, leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, almost violently, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while his fingers rubbed my clit faster.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom before. It feels amazing.” “What the hell did you do to me with your fingers and mouth?” I ask. Adam chuckles, “Did you like that?” “Yes, I did!” I bite his nipple making him hiss. “Do that again and you will find yourself on all fours, with me pounding you from behind,” He threatens, and it sounds fun. I look up at him and smile. I stick out my tongue and lick his nipple, before clamping my teeth down on it. “You asked for it,” Adam growls and helps me into the position he wanted me.

It felt like I was drowning. I looked back up at one particular painting. They were kneeling , him behind her. The male had one hand on her stomach, the other at her neck. One of her hands was squeezing his thigh and the other was holding the wrist of the hand at his throat. Dominance. I smiled at it. " Do you like that one ? " Adrian asked me. I nodded my head. " One of my kinks is power play , it reminds me of that, " I confessed. His arms snaked around my body. His lips on my neck. " Now that is an interesting fact I like about you , but first we get some sleep, " he says, kissing my neck more.

I didn’t know if that was okay to do or not, at this stage of the game we hadn’t talked about it. “Daddy!” I cried out and whimpered when Abel sucked the other breast deep into his mouth. “What is it?” Alden asked in a gravelly voice. “I can’t hold on,” I squirmed and then cried out again as Adrian flicked his tongue against my clit. “You were waiting for permission?” Alden sounded amazed and more than a little bit proud. “You are new to this and still manage to surprise and astound me. You can come as many times as you want tonight, Rachel. This isn’t the time to learn withholding orgasms.”

“Daddy—Daddy—fuck—oh my God, I can’t—I just came—I’m still shaking—why does it feel better now—why are you so big—why does your dick curve like that—it’s hitting something—I swear you’re in my soul right now—” He just smirked. Held my wrists tighter. Slammed harder. And then—THEN—this man shoved his fingers in my mouth. Like, in. In. All the way down my throat. I gagged. I moaned. I sucked. Because I’m apparently a fucking feral animal with no self-control and a praise kink the size of Jupiter. “Mmgh—mhm—yes Daddy—I’ll suck your fingers—I’ll be good—I’ll shut up—actually no I won’t I can’t shut up—you’re fucking me too good—your dick’s too thick—my brain’s melting—I swear I’m gonna cry..”

They were easily accessible to him. His mouth covered my swollen nipple as he suckled the milk Bobby left behind. The sensation was extraordinary! I could never have imagined there would be such a sensual difference between the nursing of an infant and the suckling of an adult. One was natural, the other quite erotic. My body writhed as I begged him to continue. The ecstasy and release blew me away. I moved without thinking, which is why I didn’t feel him tense when I jerked his head from one nipple and crammed it on the other, insisting that he suckle me dry.

she pleaded when he bit her nipple and pinched her other one hard. “No, baby, hold it. I am not finished yet," he said while sucking the other breast. He let go of her wrist to knead her breasts while she fisted his hair while pushing her bud inside his sinful mouth. “I so fucking want to cover them in chocolate dip and lick them dry," Abram groaned, imagining an invisible streak of chocolate over her breast. “Daddy, please," she again pleaded, earning a spank on her swollen butt. “Behave catty," he said, pinching the buds together as a punishment.

(Kaden POV) We were seated in the living room while the kids were either in their rooms or have gone to holiday lessons, as it was the holidays on their academic calendar. We were drinking beers and watching porn, getting ready to have sex. We had popped in one of our favorites, a French one featuring nurses. It always got us worked up, and tonight was no different. I watched as my wife could not keep her hands away from her breasts. She started by gently rubbing them, and proceeded to squeezing her exposed nipples while we watched. She even lifted them to her lips and sucked on them after a while.

Client A alternated between sucking my left nipple and biting it gently, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through my body. Milk was everywhere. It sprayed from my right breast in rhythmic jets, soaking Client A’s shirt. It leaked from my left nipple whenever he pulled back to breathe, running down my ribs in white rivers. Some of it splashed onto Client C’s cock as he pounded me, making everything wetter and sloppier. “Such a filthy milk whore,” Client C groaned, slamming into me harder. “Your cunt is soaking my balls while your tits feed us.” They rotated positions every few minutes, never letting any of my holes stay empty for long.

He kisses his way to my breast, finds my nipple, and sucks until my hips lift from the bed. “God,” I moan. He laughs and slides my other breast free. I couldn’t feed Carson before we left because of the dress and corset. I pumped milk the last two days so we could have a wedding night. This time I was smart enough to pack the milker. I still feel uncomfortable while it’s doing its thing. “You taste divine,” Rack whispers. “You’re a kinky bastard,” I tell him with another long sigh. “The kinkiest. I need to keep you pregnant so I can enjoy this for years. Twelve babies, remember?”