روايات وقصص ضمن Smosh Fanfiction Milk

Milk sprayed in fine mists now, landing on faces and habits all around, making everything sticky. I fingered Mother Superior faster, matching the rhythm of Agnes's tongue. She came before I did, her body shaking hard against mine, her pussy squeezing my fingers as juices poured out over my hand. She let out a cry that mixed prayer words with deep moans, her mouth still full of my milk.

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.

It also made Miya seem to fidget in fear that Damian was no longer as relaxed as usual. “Yes, Mr. Sawyer.” Miya's hands squeezed each other behind the dining table. “Do you know what milk is?” Damian's question was answered with a slow shake of his head, Miya's lowered gaze, and more attention to her hands intertwined. “I was once poisoned by milk and until now, I'm traumatized that I can no longer drink milk. But if it's processed milk I can still consume it,” Miya said quietly. Hoping Damian would stop looking at her with that look. Horrible. Really.

Somehow, he started to slowly break his shell in front of the alpha. "En. Come inside; it's cold. I'll make you your milk." "Okay." *** Extra: Chibi Liam looking at Davi's photo: My wifey looks so hot! (๑♡ ⌓♡๑) Chibi Liam looking at Davi from the balcony: My wifey looks so cold! ∑(; °Д°) Gotta make milk for wifey!

With hands as fast as darts, I swap for the other two teats. He notices my change, and makes to switch himself. But as he does, his finger slips down the pink flesh, wrapping too tightly. Bessie’s deep moo booms inside her trough as she sways, knocking against Damien, causing his other hand to rotate, angling in all the wrong directions before— Milk shoots directly into his face. I gasp. My hands fly to my lips, but I stop before they make contact, careful not to touch myself. Silence encroaches the space between us, and we stare into each other's eyes as the milk dribbles, forming river-like patterns all the way down his porcelain features, exiting off his chin.

I grabbed the milk carton and poured it straight over her crack in a cold, white river running down her slit, soaking her hairy folds and making her shiver as she moaned low. “Shit, Nina, lick it off me now.” I knelt behind her, pressing my tongue flat and wide, lapping up the creamy milk mixed with her sweet, tangy pussy juices in one sloppy stroke. Her arousal flooded my mouth, blending perfectly with the dairy in a sticky, delicious mess. “Deeper—eat my fucking cunt,” she demanded, grinding back. I sucked her swollen clit hard between my lips, flicking it with my tongue while milk dripped off my chin and trickled onto the floor.

he cried “Okay, son! She exhale and squeezed her saggy breast into his mouth while he sucked like a young calf. Wait, is there it all something in the breast? because I can hear him gurgle like some liquid is pouring into his mouth. Is that… milk? what the fuck is even going on here? The mother witch pulled her breast from his mouth and I could see milk spilled all over Damien's mouth. Damien wiped the milk off with his palm and took the same palm down Motherwitch's clit, he then began to massage her while his other hand was on her waist as she jerked on his cock