Smosh Fanfic Milk Novels & Stories

😑😑 then don't make me talk about the milkshake. TAWNY: 😂😂😂🙊🙈🙈🙈Woooow I am the most awful person I've ever met to you.. I apologize but heeey that milkshake showed me your place.. nice place by the way... I should also get myself a rat and a cat or snake as pats.. Wooow she was mocking my place.. I laughed... fuck her. ME: middle finger to the person reading this.. you suck and you are awful..

I said with a frown. "Ouch"he said feigning hurt. I moaned as the chocolatey goodness melted in my mouth. "This is good"I said. "You look like a child"he joked. I pouted. "Are you done?"i asked, taking the last gulp of my glass of milk "Almost"he replied, leaning back against his chair. He drank his milk and I laughed. "What's funny?"he asked amused. "You have a milk moustache"I said pointing to the white substance under his nose.

“I’m proud of you.” Seven did not answer. When she was done, he thanked her and went out of the door. Outside, Milkos was waiting. His back against his new car, grinning from ear to ear. Clad in ripped jean shorts and a vintage shirt. The night was breezy so the wind played with the loosely fitted shirt, making his chest visible. Seven’s face brightened at the sight of his friend. “Is this you?” Milkos gagged as Seven walked over. “No, it’s YouTube.” They hugged.

On one such day in April, after school-over, Lorita and I braved the crowd jam-packed before the arch of Queen's gate to buy ice-cream from the ice-cream man. When i said "ice-cream", i can imagine you may have envisioned biscuit cones full to overflowing with creamy milk frost and chocolate twirled to a fine point at its peak. No. Not even close. I'm talking about fan-milk here: Sugar-ed, coloured water, that's refrigerated and satchet-ed. It's blander than saltless rice. But that does not apply to Lorita. She loves fan-milk like a bad child likes smashing things. She twirled beneath the Sun's blazing gaze in her yellow vest and maroon pinafore, to music she alone could hear, until sweat go

she told him as she ran a finger down his chest. “What, you mean…” “Yes, Luke. Milk from my breasts.” Luke was a bit shocked but he also found it exciting. The thought of drinking milk from those gorgeous tits made his cock tingle as it began to swell. “I use my milk for all my baking, but this is even more special, Luke. I also added some pussy juice to it,” she said as she licked her lips. “Pussy juice?” “Yes. Surely you have tasted pussy juice before?” Luke wasn’t sure if she was just trying to make him blush again or if she was telling the truth, but just hearing her talk like that made his cock stiffen in his shorts.

Hard. A deluge of milk flooded my mouth, almost gagging me. "Ooooohhhhhhhh goddddddd," my mom moaned loudly. I swallowed desperately, gulp after gulp as my mouth filled with liquid over and over. I barely had time to taste it, there was so much coming out. It was sweet and warm. And it turned me on fiercely. I kept squeezing with my hands, and the stream of milk kept coming out heavily. Mom was breathing hard, short breaths, her body trembling.

The rich, sweet aroma of chocolate filled the air, and Isla felt a sense of satisfaction as she poured the milkshake into a tall glass, topping it with whipped cream and a cherry. With a triumphant smile, she returned to Liam’s room, holding the milkshake like a trophy. “Ta-da!” she announced, presenting it to him with a flourish. “Your stress-relief chocolate milkshake, fresh and ready to go!” Liam’s eyes lit up as he took the glass from her, a genuine smile breaking through the tension that had clouded his features. “You really are the best,” he said, taking a sip and closing his eyes in bliss. “This is amazing.”

She closed the door behind her and walked towards me. "You scared the shit out of me girl. Do you have any idea how scared I was when I found you lying on the ground unconscious? Oh, God. It creeped me out. You should eat more, Sia. You have become fragile, that's why you fall unconscious. Here you go. Have this milk, it will help to boost your energy." I made a disgusting face looking at the Milk. "Girl, I'm a vampire. Not a kid. I don't drink milk. If you want to boost my energy then bring me a bag of blood instead of this glass of milk." I told her with a cringed face and she laughed at me.

I just said and arranged the food pretending while I simply glanced at her as she picked up the cellphone. "It's Smael. Why is he calling me now?" She spoke and looked at me. "A-a... This is your food I just brought so that Mother Emma can rest." "Is that so, okay thanks." smile its answer. "Drink the milk first while it's still hot, it's good for our stomachs." I smiled and waited for her to drink the milk. I secretly smile. "I don't seem to like the smell of milk, maybe I'm just coffee."

She looked down with both panic and disgust at the moist circle forming on her tee shirt over one of her baby watermelon shaped breasts. She was no longer repulsed by the idea of sexing Derek and his partners, but she was in a panic that she wouldn’t find him in time to get the most from the magic milk she offered. She wasn’t sure exactly how the milk thing worked, but she believed the witch about its power and she didn’t want a missed opportunity.