Novel & Cerita Lactation Fantasies

She felt a growing heat in her pussy, as she fantasized about an amazing morning in bed filled with more sex. Lisa moaned louder as she fantasized about welcoming him home from school in the afternoons by dropping to her knees and sucking his big hard cock until he filled her mouth with hot cum. She imagined wearing revealing lingerie or tight leggings and shirts to entice her young son to ravish her whenever he saw fit. Her pussy spasmed, as she fantasized about pushing him onto the couch, mounting his big hard cock, and fucking herself until they both orgasmed in the ecstasy of their taboo lifestyle. Remembering how her son had so roughly and pleasurably fucked her asshole, Lisa moaned sof

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."

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

My hands fisted in the sheets, my back lifting off the mattress as a moan tore from my lips. Her hand found my other breast, fingers rolling and tugging my nipple while her mouth worked the other one. Sucking. Licking. Biting down just enough to make me cry out. I could feel myself getting wet. Really wet. The slick heat of it pooling between my thighs was so intense it almost hurt. I shifted my hips restlessly, my body desperate for more contact, more pressure, more of anything.

He tore my panties, yanked my hips forward to bring my core closer to his face, and then I felt his warm breath against me. My chest heaved with every breath I took. I cried out when his tongue licked from my entrance to my clit, and then louder when he swirled around the nub and sucked gently. He growled. “You taste even better than I imagined.” Imagined? Had Father Leonardo been fantasizing about me too? A thrill shot through me, and I grabbed his hair, holding on tightly. “Mmm,” I moaned. “It’s even better than I dreamed.”

Pre-cum drips consistently now, slicking each stroke, the mucky noises filling the quiet room. Lily's bound body writhes in my fantasy, her tits bouncing as I drive my fingers deeper, inserting a third to stretch her, preparing her for my cock. She begs in the fantasy, "Please, fuck me," her voice shaking, desperate. My hand snaps faster, gripping tighter, tension growing in my stomach. I visualize shoving my dick into her pussy from the back, the ropes binding her, her body still as I drive to completion. Her walls hold me in a vice, hot and moist, milking every inch. I ram in my head, hard and deep, my balls slapping against her clit, her moans growing more intense.

I reeled in the previous feeling I got, recalling that my juices were slimy against his finger while he dabbed the napkin against them. “Fuck .” I moaned again. I raised my dress above my chest and held the hem into my teeth while I circled my thumb against my nipples. I felt air narrow down to my clit as I parted my laps slightly, I pulled at my nipples continuously, and my breasts hitched while I muffle my moans with the clothes I put in between my teeth.

Silvy Another long night at work. I should be used to it after doing it for so many years but tonight is dragging and I’m exhausted. Not to mention my feet and back are killing me. I can hear my bathtub calling me from here. I am fantasying about bubble bath, a bag of cereal and a cup of chamomile tea. My fantasies used to be about shirtless sweaty men with six pack abs and tattoos. Okay, mainly Goof. And still do sometimes when I can’t have the real thing. Now at six months pregnant it is bubble baths. I expect I will have sexy men fantasies again. Just not tonight.

She thought of Nina's hands running through his hair, guiding him to suck her breasts in the dance of passion, and felt the familiar sensation wash over her. Lara's mind was a tempest of vicarious desire, fueled by the vivid image of Nina and Carlos. She pictured every intimate detail, an involuntary, all-consuming fantasy. The sensation of Nina's hands, soft yet demanding, stroking Carlos, commanding his attention, guiding his arousal to its peak—it sent a sharp, exquisite current of longing through Lara. A deep, heavy wetness pooled within her. She surrendered to the vision, closing her eyes and letting the imagined coupling of Nina and Carlos overwhelm her senses. Lara was unshakably conv

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