Smosh Fanfic Milk の小説・ストーリー

Scratching his head with an embarrassed smile on his face he replied, “Um… probably a bread which has burnt.” “Not just burnt, Shishir look around, the kitchen is all covered with smoke and a burning smell,” Ojaswi claimed. Looking around Shishir mumbled, “actually you are, right? But I swear not my fault. It was this stubborn milk that came up again and again. I blew a few times it worked but now it had turned completely stubborn like you and was not ready to return.” He pointed towards the milk pan in disappointment. “You blew the boiling milk?” Ojaswi questioned in shock.

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—”

Ava “Fuck Ava your boobs feel bigger already,” she mumbled against my mouth, laughing a little. She pulled my shirt up fast and pushed my bra down. Then she leaned down and started sucking on one nipple, her tongue swirling around it. I gasped and grabbed her hair without thinking. It felt weird but good, this warm tingly feeling spreading through me. Riley pulled back for a second and looked up at me with wide eyes. “Wait… is that… milk?I seeer I stayed milk. .”

“Can I refuse? Rachel quickly forgot what she was thinking as she gave him a pitiful look and asked. She was not a fan of milk, and so she don’t take it normally. “I’m not falling for it “. He told her which made her frown her face. Just then, the maid came back with the milk in her hand and handed it to Harris, who collected it with a nod. “Stop being a baby”. He reprimanded her softly as they both headed upstairs. When they got to the bedroom, he handed her the milk. Rachel knew her cute face won’t save her this time, so she just accepted her faith and collected the glass cup. Before Harris could even say anything, she gulped it down at a go with her eyes close, which made him speechless.

"Macho men are the easiest to tame. They are mostly in control of everything, so when one thing escapes their control, they want to figure it out." She shrugs. "So, a one-night stand was enough for you to make him want to ‘figure you out’?" "Well, it depends on the sex." She smiles and pulls out a vial from her bag. "I like my men buff, with nice mummy milkers." "'Mummy milkers?'" I repeat—that’s not a term you hear every day. "You know, pecs." "Then just say that!" "Nope, you'll understand when you use this on your Alpha; they are mummy milkers. I wanna trademark that, but I’ll probably forget everything by tomorrow."