Milklove #gl Series Novels & Stories

I lay on the floor and looked at the sky which is sparkling with stars in the darkness. I opened my eyes when I felt wetness of my breast..How I came back to the room??..I bend little and saw my laddoo hungrily sucking milk from my breast..I stroked my laddoo head lovingly and whispered to him, "Sorry laddoo..Your mother made you to cry..But don't hate you mother..I can't bear it.." I heard rakshith whisper near me as I was admiring my laddoo who is drinking milk in half sleep,

The last time she had received such a flood from Lafitte it had acted like a cleansing enema that washed all of her bowels free of unwanted deposits. Gloria was playing with Marcy's aroused nipples. She suckled them searching for a taste of the human woman's essence not for any desire of human milk. Before she was selected to be a member of Lafitte's band, Gloria had been a working girl in Mama Leone's house of pleasure in the Quarter. An unexpected pregnancy and an unfortunate loss of the baby at birth had left her with a pair of lactating nipples for more than a few months. The teenaged girl had quickly been drafted for those kinky patrons who had an interest in the pleasure of suckling a

he growle‌d around the nipple, thru‌sting ha‌rd⁠er. “⁠You,” she moa⁠ned, com⁠i⁠ng a third time, squirting down her own thighs. “You own every inch. M⁠y⁠ cunt. My womb. My‌ milk‌. Ev‌erything.” He pulled out, cum and milk mixing on the hood. Then Kyle took her ag‌ain, this ti‍me bent over th⁠e tailgate while Marcus filmed on his phone. Th‍e third ro‌und left her⁠ shaking, knees scr⁠aped raw f‌rom‌ the pavement‍,⁠ belly glowi⁠ng with sweat and fresh se⁠ed.

Mia's husband looked like an Arctic King, with cold blue eyes and extremely blonde hair. Slinging the magazine aside with a smile, Phoebe lit all the candles and switched off the lights. Then she began to dance to the music she had put on to accompany her display, knowing that in a second, he’s going to be there. Phoebe loved to surprise him. And when she caught the door opening out of the corner of her eye, she had to work really hard not to be drawn into looking directly at him. When the music rose to a savage crescendo and ended, then she looked, and just burned beneath the sheer, glittering hunger and appreciation in Lorenzo's stunning eyes.

I hugged her again and said to her ears "Jerk!" She mumbled. "I'm sorry." I chuckled. "You're trouble to me Jayson." She mumbled again. "I am, I am you're trouble baby." "I hate you!" "I love you too!" I kissed her The End

A freaking hard chest, with proud pecs and which I'm sure his under a boring shirt hides his cute pink nipples. I lifted my head, and there they were... those addictive chestnut eyes, glaring down at me. The very eyes belonging to the reason I’d gotten wasted in the first place. Mikey. Fucking. Montero. This son of a bitch!

"Did Tiger do something bad to you? You can't get away from him?" "I love him. I love him so much! But he doesn't. He's too sick to love me, and it's hard for me to let go of him… no, you'll never understand because you're not me," Misya wailed, "what's clear is, he'll use you. So, there's no other way. You have to die!"

They stand—no, they are—a family in lupine form, shoulders touching, breaths synced in a rhythm older than words. Then, as the ritual’s energy peaks, golden lines begin to thread through the silver moonlight. They arc from each wolf, connecting them to Thalia, glowing brighter with each beat of her chant. The lines quiver, alive, as if carrying currents of love, memory, and oath. Thalia’s hands tremble faintly, her face serene but strained, as the gold weaves into an intricate pattern over Amara, protective and binding.

said Inara and they smiled and joined Enya’s voice to sing; Silver willows Tears from Persia Those who come From a far-off island Winter Chanterelle lies Under cover Glory-of-the-sun in blue “I’m certain it’s a boy.” Lemuel said as the music went into an interlude again. “I’m certain it’s a girl.” Inara responded and they joined Enya’s voice again Some they know as passion Some as freedom Some they know as love And the way it leaves them Summer snowflake For a season When the sky above is blue

Nora asks startled "Lovergirl! It is only sweet at the beginning, you better shine your eyes and don't get swept away by the flood" she smirks her tongue irritably at Nora who mocks her in return "Beef this much? Better go and text Richard, Tito, Dino, or what is that your albino dude's name?" Tade snaps quickly "He is a white Liberian, not an albino! Get the difference"