Panic At The Disco Milk Fic Novels & Stories

“Squeeze my dick, baby. Milk it. Show me how much you love being our little VIP whore tonight.” I came so hard my vision whited out, pussy gushing down his shaft in hot, pulsing waves while the bouncer’s cock choked off my screams. My throat convulsed around him, spit and tears everywhere. They didn’t slow down. If anything, they fucked me harder—Damien’s balls slapping my clit with every thrust, the bouncer’s thick length sliding deeper into my throat until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair.

After dinner, the cup of milk appeared right on schedule. I lifted the cup, took a couple of sips, and kept the liquid in my mouth. Faking a trip to pour some water, I silently spat it out into the kitchen sink. The faint, bitter aftertaste clung stubbornly to the back of my tongue. I poured the remaining half-glass of milk into the sterile vial. At 1:00 am, thinking I was fast asleep, Alice slipped quietly out of bed. My eyes were cracked open just enough to see her grab her phone and walk out into the living room.

I reached for the hot mug of milk, my hands trembled so badly that it ended up spattering on the table. It spattered to Mateo’s shirt. “I am so sorry- “Ahh, what the hell is your problem? Huh,” he grumbled loudly and slapped the cup out of my hands. I gasped as the hot milt fell on my laps. I bit my tongue as the pain from the hot milk went through my thighs. I closed my eyes as he stood up and left the table. Anaya quickly reached for the napkins and parted my thighs dry, good thing I’d stayed longer in the bedroom which allowed for my milk to become quite cold.

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 just hooked his fingers into the lace of my panties and pulled them down, baring my pússy to the cold air of the club. I was already a mess, glistening and aching for him. Even through the haze of the Molly and the coke, my body knew exactly who was holding it. I was wet with the kind of desperate anticipation that only he could trigger. Dax pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark with a lethal kind of hunger as he took in the sight of my pússy exposed at the edge of the railing. Then, without a word of warning, he swung his hand and slapped me, hard, right where my pússy was already sensitive.

But she felt the meal needed on thing extra. Madri had basically drained one of Erika's breasts of milk, but the other still ached for relief. Erika scooted the stool in closer to Madri's body. She could smell Madri's pussy and the alluring scent pushed her onward. When she was just a few inches from Madri's pussy, she took her swollen breast into her hand. She saw Madri watching her and she winked alluringly. Then she aimed her nipple as best she could and squeezed it knowingly. A warm jet of milk shot from her nipple and struck Madri's leg. Madri moaned and her body writhed. But Erika took better aim and squeezed again. This time, the jet of warm milk landed squarely on Madri's pink clitor

I needed a good feral fucking that had me feeling it for days. “I thought you had lunch with Rodger’s sisters?” Miles asked. That snapped me out of the wanton stupor enough to remember I still had Driana and Paulina downstairs waiting to talk to me. “They’re eating. I’m eating. It’s just not together,” Mick reasoned, sucking my clit just enough to make me squirm. “Mick,” I whined, looking up at him. He smiled cockily. “I know,” he stood up suddenly, lifting my legs with him. “This pretty little pussy of yours needs its fill.”

Dana asked, a playful glint in her eyes as she grabbed the milk by her side. Marcus felt himself throb, his eyes darkening as he locked the door and closed the blinds behind him. “You have been waiting all day for this, haven’t you?” he murmured, closing the gap between them. Dana smirked, placing a finger against his lips. “Maybe.” He grabbed the back of her hair, pulling off her top and tossing it aside. His eyes darkened when he saw she wasn’t putting on any bra. He took the milk from her and poured some on her boobs, his dick twitching.

The feeling of two hungry mouths pulling milk from me simultaneously while my pussy was stuffed made me come repeatedly. I lost count of my orgasms. Each one made my milk let down even harder. I screamed and begged exactly as they wanted. “Please… milk me harder! Suck my fat tits dry! Fuck your little milk slut!” My voice was hoarse and slutty. Milk covered my face, my hair, my stomach, and the entire platform. The men were drenched in it too, their cocks and chests shiny with my cream. After nearly two hours of relentless use, they decided to escalate.

The rhythm built. Emily released her breasts, letting them hang heavy and dripping. She squeezed them herself now—firm, deliberate milking motions that sent white streams jetting forward. Milk hit Daniel’s open mouth in arcs; some splashed across Marcus’s upturned face where he licked at her thighs. The men’s hands moved lower—Daniel’s fingers sliding into her pussy from the front, curling deep; Marcus’s thick digits joining from behind, stretching her wider. Four fingers plunged in tandem—alternating thrusts, scissoring, filling her until the wet squelch echoed in the quiet room. She squirted suddenly—hard, unexpected—clear fluid mixing with milk as her body convulsed between them. Thighs s