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Kayden whispered as he nipped my nipple. A jolt of excitement went through me at being called his 'good girl.' Shit was this some praise kink I had. He nibbled, sucked and bit. Licking around my areola, his tongue pointed as he made slow sensual circles around the area as his rough palms rubbed up and down my thigh getting so close to my pussy but never touching it. My hands went to his hair, gripping his luscious locks in my palms as he devoured my breast.

2 seconds, twelve inches of veiny, angry meat slapping my abs with a wet thwack. Precum drools down the shaft in a thick, sticky rope, pooling on the hardwood. I pull my phone, hit record. Silent shutter. Zoom in on the milk spray, the way her nipple puffs with each squeeze, the way her pussy lips grip her fingers through the lace, clit swollen and peeking. She switches tits. The second one’s even heavier, veins pulsing like they’re about to burst, milk already dripping in fat drops. “Fuck, yeah, take it all,” she moans, head thrown back, throat exposed, “You’d love to be under these, suffocating in Mommy’s milk, drowning in it while I—”

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?”

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. The client touched him anywhere and everywhere, lips still entangled as their tongues battled for dominance, exploring their mouths. Jace’s fingers tugged gently at his client’s brown hair that seemed wet as though he’d just had a shower, a faint hint of shampoo in it. Jace’s back arched with pleasure as his client found his way into his shirt, twisting and pinching his nipples gently, and the friction produced by his calloused fingers were just right, fueling the sensation as Jace’s eyes rolled back.

“Hold them. Don’t move.” I pressed my tits tight around him again feeling the hardness. He thrust upward three, four, five times--hard, urgent strokes, and then he came with a low, guttural groan, releasing thick ropes of hot cum shot up across my chest, splattering my soft tits, my collarbones, the underside of my chin Another pulse landed on my nipple and slowly dripped down the curve of my breast. He kept stroking himself through it, milking every drop onto me until my cleavage was a mess of white, sticky cum.

My tongue found her nipple, using my saliva to making it sloppy while twirling my tongue around the nipple and sucking at the same time. Her head fell backwards, “arhhhhh” she cried out while her hand hugged my head in place so tight, I couldn’t breathe but I focused on bringing her pleasure. Due to how much desire she felt she spread her leg so wide and rested the pad of her heels on the desk while her member repeatedly grazed my member. I moved to the second breast netting out the same treatment while my thumb and index finger made sure to keep her sore nipple active.

This was only the third time we had se8x, and we were already trying out a new kink. I tried to keep still, but he had moved from my breasts to my core. I just barely kept myself from bucking into his mouth. He tasted me and sucked on my cli8t. I thought I was going to explode, but then he quickly moved up my body. He shoved his thickness into me and I couldn't pretend anymore. I sifted the sheets beneath my hands. I knew that this really did it for him. He placed his thumb on my little nub and began to rub it.

"You wanted us both. You wanted the whole family to see how wet you could get. Now move your ass and milk me. I want to feel every muscle in that pussy squeezing the life out of my cock." I was past the point of modesty. I threw my head back, my hair sweeping over his knees as I pushed myself to the limit. The friction was building into a tight, electric knot deep in my belly. My pussy was so engorged and slick that every slide of his skin against mine felt like a lightning strike. I could feel the pressure peaking, a heat so intense it felt like liquid. I was grinding my clit against the base of his cock with every downward stroke, the sensation so sharp it was almost painful. "Raymond, I'm