Milk Drawing Novels & Stories

I exclaimed, my eyes tracing over the carefully scribbled drawing clutched in Mila's small hands. A bright grin split her face. "You think so?" "Definitely!" I affirmed, pointing at the tall, imposing figure in the center of the page. "This is Axel, right?" Mila giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yeah, that's him. But I made him smile. He should do that more." I joined in her laughter, charmed by her depiction. "Couldn't agree more, Mila." "And that," Mila's tiny finger guided mine to the figure beside Axel, "is Dima. I drew a chef's hat on him because he's always so serious."

Nothing to give me a clue about where I came from or who my parents were. The sound of Miles’ footsteps pulls me from my thoughts. He runs into the living room with a crayon drawing in his hand. “Mommy, look!” he says, thrusting the paper at me. “I drawed our family!” I take the drawing, my heart melting at the sight. Miles has drawn three stick figures—a big one with brown hair, a bigger one with black hair, and a small one between them. Me, Arthur, and Miles. We’re all holding hands, the sun shining above us.

I cried out as he rubbed my clit harder. “Yes. Fuck!” I moaned, my hips jerking against his hand. “Now, to get the right sketch of my cock, you’ll need to measure it properly.” He stepped back slightly, eyes dark with lust. “Your drawing missed plenty of details. And you’re going to use your mouth, Molly.” He pointed to the floor. “Go on your knees.”

It seemed tohave been opened and wondered what it could be. She quickly opened it and was shocked find milk pump and various bottles. She could tell that he must have bought them and had them thoroughly cleaned. Tilda who knew exactly what to do with them immediately uncovered herself and started drawing the milk. She felt relieved on one side and moved to the other till the pain had subsided. She didn't mind Logan staring at her all through, she just wanted to do away with the pain.

said Chelsey. "I love quiet places." Chelsey learned how to draw when she was young. She didn't like to socialize much, especially after her parents' death. She always enjoyed staying in serene places where she could draw, read, listen to music, and watch her TV dramas. She could have fun alone. When night fell, Chelsey's breasts were swollen, and she was in pain. There was a blockage in her milk ducts somehow. Clara helped her squeeze her breasts to get breastmilk for the baby but to no avail.

“Suck on my nipples, babes.” Her mouth latched onto my nipple while her hand squeezed, pinched, and tugged at the other, drawing out more milk. Hailey sucked on my nipple as if she were trying to drain me of milk and that drove me crazy. My moans were unstoppable. She handled my breasts with such recklessness that it made my vision black with intense pleasure and soon I was rocking my pussy on air, desperate for relief. She pulled her mouth off my nipple and spat the milk she'd held in her mouth on my breasts, the white warm liquid droplets were everywhere. The sight was obscene dirty and oh, so fucking hot.

The excess milk that my pup rejects to consume pours out into the sink and I catch the thirsty swallow of my mate from behind. I too swallow with a keen desire when I feel my male's painfully erect cock nestled against my ass pursuing a way inside my succulent cunt where it could attain release. When he tweaks my puffy pink nipple harder I screech with satisfaction my knees buckling as I grip onto the sink for support. My white creamy milk unexpectedly bursts out squirting all over the glistening mirror and this sight does not sicken him as I expected but adds fuel to his raging fire. His eyes flicker with a compulsive hunger to ingest and I begin to shake to the way he pinches my nipple onc

Again to have breasts like that Millie knew she would need surgery, her breasts felt like barrage balloons compared to this drawing. The most exciting thing about the picture was that you could only see the man's hands which he had slid under the sides of her black lace underwear. He was standing behind her, and you could just see the top of his head as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, and it was apparent that she would be completely naked in the next picture.

Looking at the cow face made me snicker. "What's so funny?" Mom asked, peering over my shoulder. "Oh, it's nothing-" "What's that, honey?" she took the milk carton from my hand and studied it. "Just a tongue in the cheek joke," I replied. "You draw a cow on your milk carton?" she asked, looking absently. "Yes, because that's cow's milk, right?" "Uh, yes, right," she replied awkwardly, "Nice drawing by the way," then she handed it back to me and walked away. Well, that made me scratch my head in puzzlement.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.