Novel & Cerita Erotic Stories Breastfeeding

My thumb circles the moisture I left on her other breast. "When our baby arrives, she will be sharing her morning feeding with Daddy. I could come right now thinking about how your milk will taste." Her breathing becomes more erratic and I release her breasts and slide my hands down past her stomach between her thighs again. With one finger, I slowly ease into her pussy while watching the sweet torment on her face until she can't take it any longer and closes her eyes. I know her. I know she's concentrating on touch alone to get herself off quickly. Bad sub. I continue sliding my finger inside her and reach for a candle with my other hand. Leaning forward, I wet the tip of her breast with my

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."

She was unhurt because Eric had prevented Eva from doing anything. His hands moved to her shirt, making quick work of her buttons. Once he opened the front, he laid his hand over her laced covered breast. Cat pushed herself into his hand, gripping his hair, showing him without words what she really needed. Eric didn’t need any other encouragement. He lowered his head and captured her nipple through the silk and pulled. Switching between sucking and biting little tugs. Before swapping to the other breast, making sure it received the same treatment. Because of pregnancy, Cat’s breasts had become more sensitive, only needing the slightest touch to have heat pound through her body, bringing her

He reached around, and slowly undid my bra, releasing my breasts. Eric leaned down, sucking on one nipple. My hand went to hold his head there, as he gently bit down. I moaned my excitement, as Eric then moved to the other nipple. His hands were travelling down to my hips lifting me up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

They’ve filled again already—damn lactation, always leaking at the worst times—droplets of milk beading on the tips. He breaks the kiss just enough to trail his mouth down, kissing the sides of my breasts, licking the swells with broad, hot strokes. My head tilts back, a moan escaping as my hips buckle up off the bed, toes clawing into the mattress for anchor. The sensation is electric, his stubble scraping sensitive skin, making me drip anew between my legs. I figure he’ll avoid the nipples—knows I’m breastfeeding, right? It’s for Lily, sacred or whatever.

His hand went to yank her night dress down and pulled her breast loose from her corset. Ruby gasped at his eagerness and covered her breast with one of her arm. Eric’s vein popped out of his neck. She really was trying to push his limit tonight. He pulled her arm away from her breast. Eagerly, his hands went to her breast and started to massage her breast. His thumbs swirl around her nipples. Ruby inhaled sharply at his touch. Her back arch to him. With her agreeing response he bent to her breast. He took her breast one at a time. He licked her nipples until they got hard. He sucked on them, letting it go with a “pop”.

Janelle was pulled into his arms, and they kissed passionately without caring who might see. “I’m hungry. I want milk.” Uncle Jackson licked his lips. Janelle immediately lifted her shirt and pressed herself toward him without hesitation. My vision blurred. I nearly lost my balance. We had been married for two years, but we barely had any intimacy. She was delicate, easily shy, and afraid of pain. Not long after she got pregnant, she told me she wanted a sex-free marriage. I could not bear to make her uncomfortable, so I agreed immediately. I even secretly underwent a vasectomy because she was afraid I might cheat.

I bit, sucked and suckled on his neck until I'd left my mark on my baby in the form of several small and large hickeys. I moved lower then, peppering open-mouthed kisses on Brad's sternum, while my hands caressed his body all over. When I took his nipple into my mouth, he writhed and moaned beneath me. I toyed with his pink, pebbled nipple, rolling it around with my tongue. ‘Mmmm his man titties will fill with milk soon when I fuck him and put my baby in him,’ I thought. I let the fantasy wash and settle over me, imagining the time when I would suck Brad's nipples and his nutritious milk would fill my mouth.

he groaned around my nipple, the vibration making me arch. "Yes... play with my clit, Daddy. Make your little girl cum." The dual sensation was overwhelming, his mouth alternating between my breasts, sucking greedily, teeth nipping, while his fingers worked my clit with expert precision. He rubbed faster, dipping lower to gather more wetness, then back to my clit, pressing firmly. I bucked against his hand, moans spilling out uncontrollably.

And he pulls me to himself again, burying his face in my boobs and licking a line through my cleavage like his life depends on it. I don’t even know when my hands go around his head, running through his luscious hair and pressing him deeper into me. He palms both of my boobs, sandwiching his face between both of them. He lifts me up by my waist, and I shriek as he leads me to the couch, balancing me in his lap. I can feel his thick length press into my stomach, and I grind on it before I can even stop myself. He focuses his attention on my right nipple, making sure to take care of the other boob, kneading and playing with it like he is fascinated by two of them.