DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
She milked herself now—squeezing her own breasts so milk jetted directly into his open mouth, painting his tongue white.
He came first—hard, sudden—spilling hot pulses across her leaking tits. Thick ropes landed on her nipples, mixed with her milk, ran in sticky rivers down her cleavage. The sight, the feel, the scent of it tipped her over. She clenched around his fingers, grinding down as the orgasm tore through her—silent, violent, milk gushing in fresh floods that soaked his chest, his stomach, the chair beneath them.
They stayed locked like that for long minutes—her straddling him, breasts heaving against his face, his softening cock still twitching under her palm, fingers buried deep in