Novel & Cerita Smosh Fanfiction Milk

ansh : I have never thought you are the childhood crush of my sister me : I remember the girl from my childhood but I never thought the girl from my childhood is your sister I used to think somewhere I seen avishka's eyes finally I understood she is my childhood crush vansh : wow what a great love story mahi : yeah so great we all are laughing dad and uncle came and asked us to go to our bedrooms we went into our rooms she came in white saree with glass in her hands she is looking so cute she came near me her face is totally red I kept my both hands on her waist and pulled her near me WARNING : MATURE CONTENT IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE YOU CAN SKIP THIS PART I whispered near her ear "are you

His musk-scented hand closed on her mouth to suppress her scream as at the same time he captured her recently freed nipple in his mouth. Aura squirmed feeling him run his sharp teeth around her hardened bud. He chewed her nipples. Taking it deep in his mouth Damien sucked out her milk and closed his eyes. Suddenly his hand on his mouth softened as he drank from her nipple like a child. Aura's fingers dived in the thick forest of his hair and she pulled him closer. A smile crept on her lips. This felt nasty having him drink her milk. But at the same time she put the veil of her eyes as if blocking all the thought making it look inappropriate and focused on the suckling of his mouth.

She had drunk half of the glass. “Please ... give me this. I can’t bear this.” She wanted to go ahead and snatch a glass of milk from his hand, but he stared at her with angry eyes. She was tormented. Seeing this, he come forward and cleans the edge of her lips where her mustache was made of milk with his finger. He grabbed her waist and takes her lips into his mouth. He was irrigating himself to such an extent that she could no longer breathe, but he had removed the burning sensation from her lips.

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

His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, making me cry out, then he sucked so strongly my toes curled. Milk poured into his mouth in heavy spurts and he groaned again, louder, eyes rolling back slightly like my taste was driving him crazy. “Fuck… so sweet,” he mumbled around my tit, voice muffled and filthy. “Your milk tastes like sin. Keep leaking for me, baby. Give Daddy every drop while you soak my pants with that dripping cunt.” I was moaning like crazy now, hips grinding faster on his cock, hands buried in his hair, holding him against my breasts.

At one time, he even wiped the milk that trickled down my breast with the tip of my finger, and to my surprise, put it inside his mouth to taste. “It’s delicious!” He exclaimed, then he wiggled his brows toward me. “So that’s why Cirala loves your milk so much.” Again, he placed the tip of his finger under my free nipple and scooped the milk from it, making me gasp in the onslaught of sensation. “This is the best turn-on,” Alaric told me seriously. His eyes never left my exposed nipple as milk continuously trickled from it, wetting my shirt. “Alaric!” I chastised him, feeling the atmosphere in the room change.

Warm milk sprayed out into his mouth right away from how sensitive they were and he drank it down messily, growling deep in his throat while some of it leaked from the corners of his lips and ran down my tit in sticky white trails mixing with my sweat. “Oh fuck Thompson you are sucking my milk out,” I whimpered, my free hand gripping his shoulder tight as sharp pleasure shot straight down to my clit and made more slick gush around my fingers. He switched to my right tit and sucked even harder, biting down gently on the nipple then soothing it with his tongue while his hands roamed down my back and grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them wide as he nursed from me like he owned my body. Milk kep

"You almost made me lose an eighty-million-dollar deal. Sucking my cock like a desperate slut while I'm on the line?" Shine whimpered, her body arching toward him despite the fear. "I'm sorry, sir—please—" "Sorry? You'll be sorry when I'm done with you." He ripped her blouse open, buttons pinging across the room, exposing her lace bra soaked with milk. His large hands mauled her breasts, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out. Milk sprayed from her nipples, arcing onto his shirt, warm and sticky. He latched onto one peak, sucking greedily, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he gulped down her milk like a starving man.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A tear rolled down Molly's cheek and it was genuine. Her ass was radiating so much heat she thought her father could roast marshmallows on it. Her pussy though, oh God, that was warm and dripping, as well. Even with her breasts pressed tight against the wooden desk, Molly could feel her nipples harden like little gemstones.

She sucks in a breath and I freeze. She smiles. “It feels good but I’m leaky.” My laugh only increases her smile. “I can handle leaky,” I tell her tenderly. “I don’t want to hurt you, though.” I turn my hand and give a gentle squeeze to her nipple. Small beads of milk form. “I find this incredibly sexy.”