Romans & histoires Smosh Milk Fanfic

She moaned a little and I grinned, "I wanna suck'm...lean down...closer." She got a sexy smile, and leaned forward to where I could get my lips on a nipple. I knew she loved having them sucked when she was riding...but then...out of nowhere, she smiled, "Ahhhh...wish I were lactating." I shook my head, "What?" "I'd love to give you milk...breast milk would keep you going for hours...and you could fuck me all night!" That thought excited me beyond description, and I started humping up to meet her. Not wanting to let go, I was still sucking her nipples the best I could.

“Mmm, isn’t it nice to fuck me slow and deep like this sometimes, little brother?” He began to press against her breasts. She shivered and warned breathlessly, “Easy, Luk… don’t squeeze too hard, they’re so full this morning…” He ignored the half-hearted protest, lowering his mouth to one leaking nipple. As he latched on and sucked hard, warm streams of her breast milk flooded his tongue. Kayla’s back arched, a sharp moan tearing from her throat as pleasure shot straight to her clit. “Ohhh fuck… you’re gonna turn this whole tub into a milk bath,” she whimpered, voice trembling with pleasure while he drank from her

Ashley looked at everyone, who was rushing into the ship, in confusion. Sirius gently pinched her chin and made Ashley look back at Sirius. "I don't really like ice cream, baby... But I like the milk." Sirius gave a naughty smile as he looked at Ashley's large chest. He looked at the two springy balls, as if imagine the feel if he massaged them with both hands.

don rolled his eyes and said sarcastically "who knows" Liam entered inside and seen her with dhiren and asked "why she shifted to you now" don replied "she wants her mom" dhiren gritted his teeth and gave srinithi to don She holded him and said "milk" by poking on his nipple don said "I can't give you milk and no matter how much you bite me no milk will come" she started crying "milk sobb milk" Liam opened the sipper and kept straw in her mouth she started drinking don sighed in relief

"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."

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.

Chichi groaned. “Uh, ah, ah, I am going to cum now! Ahhhh, ahhh!” Christopher moaned. Chichi looked upwards. “Ohhh, yes! Me too! Ah, ahhh, ahhhhhhh!” Chichi moaned and screamed so loudly. They reached the climax. Chichi lifted her knees and held Christopher so tightly. “Ahhhhhhh!” She screamed and came. Her juice was overflowing, while Christopher did the final thrust and released his milk inside Chichi.

The muscular man put the candle on the table and handing the glass to the spacing out girl. "it may help you" said the guy. Hyang hesitate to take the glass, but it seem that she doesn't have another choices so she pick the glass and drink the milk. The warm milk just indeed ease her nerve. Shin watching Hyang carefully, the frame of she enjoying the milk just remind him about his little sister. She used to love the milk he made for her when they were alone at their home. He can't help but smile warmly with the tought of his own little sister.

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—”

“Tired as hell, shirt soaked… and all I could think about was getting my mouth on you.” He licked a bead of milk from her nipple, slow and greedy. “Didn’t know it would taste this good. Didn’t know I’d get this addicted.” She choked on a laugh, breathless. “Don’t say shit like that when your fingers are inside me.” Irixiah grinned against her skin, still suckling, still drawing soft moans from her with every warm pull of milk. Her hand curled tighter in his hair, torn between yanking him off and pulling him closer.