Cerita Menghisap Susu Novels & Stories

His mother cooed, "How about if you sit on my lap whilst you eat them?" She sat down next to the boy, watching expectantly. Max got up and sat on his mother's lap, she hugged him tight and pulled his face into her breasts, a thin apron barely holding them back. He noted the small wet stains around where her nipples would be, his Mother would often take supplements that would cause her to lactate, ever since Max had made a remark about how her 'large breasts should be milked.'

He growls again and whispers, "I love the taste of a female that has just become a mother... Ahh, mother's milk... Delicious!" Except when he does suck on my breast, it actually hurts. I suppress the scream that wants to leave my lips under his hand as he adds a bite to his sucking. I am starting to wonder about his claim that no one would interrupt if they heard me scream as he kept his hand over my mouth at all times.

Her breasts were more sensitive and soft like cotton. Lucas completely forgot that she was sleeping and also pregnant. He took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked it while his hand squeeze her left breast. Alice moaned again and again but her eyes were still closed. After sucking and playing with her right breast for a while he took her left nipple in his mouth.

With shaky hands, I squeezed her melon-shaped breast while sucking and then-- My mouth slipped off her boob and the wild flow of milk that erupted from her nipple sprayed me in the face. I had to close my eyes, crying out. Mom's moan filled the room, and her body started to shake. I eased off her breast with my hands and the stream slowed. Diving forward, I took her nipple between my lips again. I was breathing hard. My cock was pulsing with pleasure. I sucked my mom's nipple and applied pressure to her breast again. Milk flowed into my mouth, and I eagerly gulped it down. My nostrils flared as I breathed faster and faster. My penis was tingling like crazy. God, I wanted to cum on my mother.

The one holding me knew what's wrong, he got a bottle of sort against my lips, I opened my mouth for it starting to drink. It wasn't milk like the one I had back home, it was something else, it tasted good, not ice cream good but it's still good and it helped with my thirst, I started to drink greedily. The one feeding me it chuckled at my hunger telling me to slow down, but I didn't want to, I kept drinking until there was nothing left for me to drink and I fell asleep, sucking on the empty bottle. "That's my baby boy," he says, daddy, I knew it was him, I cuddled even closer to him.

I was startled by her action, but remained still. With a big smile on her face she sat up and removed her blouse completely. Her boobs were popping out from all sides of her bra. She then adjusted her bra and lay down beside. She put her four finger inside the bra and uncovered her right boob. She then leaned down and placed her right nipple on my lips, holding it in her index and middle fingers. Without wasting any time I wide open my mouth and took her breast into it as much as I can. Then sucking hard I felt a stream of sweet milk started flowing into my mouth. I was drinking it like hungry greedy man. And suddenly we heard a voice...

She was fine. She slept while calista nipple was still in her toothless mouth. I took her in my arms and laid her down in the cradle, patting her stomach I covered her with a light duvet. Looking at my son, he was making some faces, while trying to move his arms in the air. I caressed his head and went to calista bed. I kissed her nipple, when a drop of milk hit my tasting bud, and it made me crave for more. Without thinking much, I took a hold of her boob and suck her nipple hard. She was tasting so sweet that I instantly got addicted to it. Sucking her boob dry, I left her and covered her with her t-shirt.

Ear sucking becomes a tease, breath hot as he murmurs, "Hear how wet you are? That's for breeding." Boob worship intensifies: he ties rope around my chest, cinching tits high and full, then sucks and bites until they're hypersensitive, clamps reapplied for tugs during fucks. "These udders will leak milk soon, full of my baby." The fantasy fuels him, cum loads increasing—face, tits, but mostly deep inside, plugging with fingers or cock to "keep it in."

"Come on, let's go to her. Dinner is still in the oven." Their child was awake, looking up at her mother, smiling and waiting for dinner. "Hello, little one. Hungry? Oh, I know you are." She cooed, carrying her bundle of joy and they settled on their favorite chair. Not caring if she had an audience, Dinara opened the front clasp of her brassiere, and her baby happily latched on her swollen nipple. The mafia princess sighed in relief when the pressure from her breast dissipated. "Fuck! That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Their baby suckling on her right breast, gurgled as if in agreement, and smiled her pleasure at her father's fascination with her sipping milk.

If Max has started hating Olivia, how can they build a relation "Olivia is a good girl. You heard her mother, she wasn't in a good mood today." His mother spok Max picked up his glass that had some red content in it and took a few sips. "What's my business with her mood? I'm only asking Emily not to get infected, or do you want her to grow up as an idiot with mood fluctuation in an event, as well?" He a Her sister chuckled and tugged his arm, "brother, that was rude." She