DIRTY DADDIES
Milk sprays with every thrust, her tits bouncing like water balloons filled to bursting.
I reach down, slap her other tit—SMACK-SMACK-SMACK—each hit making milk erupt in wild arcs, painting the walls, the recliner, the screen still streaming to her 50,000 subscribers.
She squirts again, a gush that soaks her thighs, the carpet, my feet.
“Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere,” I grunt, pulling out slow, cock glistening with her throat slime. “On your back. Legs up. I’m breeding this cunt. Gonna fill you so full you’ll leak for days.”