Strawberry Milkers Nude Novels & Stories

"Who's this lady beside you? Your mistress?" A reporter asked staring at them, Amora frowned clinging tighter to Antonio, "Isn't she the fast rising tiktok streamer who always talked about her life as a billionaire's mistress?" "So you've been having an affair with a married man?!" Cameras keep flashing on their faces causing Antonio to be angry, "Guards!!! What are you doing? How did they get in here?" "Sir we...we don't know..."

she storked my hair tenderly "C'mon Tina you need to go to sleep...it's been a long day" Max POV I drew her closer to my body..her lips tastes so much like strawberries She ran her hands all over my body ..she played with the tip of my hair We disengaged for a second to catch our breaths I looked into her jade green eyes and felt aroused again I placed my hands on her a$$ and folded them tenderly She cupped my face in her arms and placed soft kisses

“I’d like to have my dessert in bed.” “Dessert…” he whispered, his breathing uneven. “That was supposed to be my plan…” “Not anymore.” Calley tilted her lips into a mischievous smile as she scooped a palmful of strawberry jam and smeared it across his chest. The sweet and tangy scent of ripe strawberries filled the air, sharp yet intoxicating, mingling with the warmth of his skin. “The tables have turned now, Mr. Fisherman. You will stay right there, and I will feast on you instead.”

Maya came again right there, biting his shoulder to stay quiet while the stranger set down their food just feet away. They ate naked on the bed, feeding each other strawberries between kisses. Richard poured champagne over her breasts and licked it off, then bent her over the terrace railing and fucked her under the night sky. The city lights sparkled below while he filled her with another load, his cum running down her thighs as the cool breeze kissed her skin.

He rushed downstairs and suddenly threw himself toward Amanda, who was holding the long straw, pretending to fall. And in that instant, the straw snapped completely in half.

He pounded merciless, wet slaps echoing, hips grinding my clit every stroke. The tattooed guy knelt beside us, grabbed my tits and squeezed them together. “Boob job time for these milky jugs.” He spat between them, slid his fat cock in and started fucking my cleavage hard. Milk squirted out with every thrust, coating him, making everything slick and nasty. “Yeah lactate for me, you breeding cow.”

And again on her breasts the black lace struggles to do the job. Rita knows that if she gets any wetter she will start dripping. Ignoring the need for underwear in such a public place, she exits the booth. Mark is speechless. His sister looks ready for fucking and he knows that the look in her eyes means he is right. The woman milks the moment by turning this way and that again, even bending over at the waist right in front of the men, announcing her test to see if it will hold her in. Not only do both Mark and the associate get a full view of her creamy breasts when they spill out, but the boy sees her bare, round ass and leaking cunt also. He is thankful that the counter hides his raging e

The rhythm built. Emily released her breasts, letting them hang heavy and dripping. She squeezed them herself now—firm, deliberate milking motions that sent white streams jetting forward. Milk hit Daniel’s open mouth in arcs; some splashed across Marcus’s upturned face where he licked at her thighs. The men’s hands moved lower—Daniel’s fingers sliding into her pussy from the front, curling deep; Marcus’s thick digits joining from behind, stretching her wider. Four fingers plunged in tandem—alternating thrusts, scissoring, filling her until the wet squelch echoed in the quiet room. She squirted suddenly—hard, unexpected—clear fluid mixing with milk as her body convulsed between them. Thighs s

"Long time no see. How was the result from last time?" As he spoke, his eyes glanced downward at my chest. I instinctively covered my chest. My heart was beating rapidly. Before I could say anything, Thomas laughed and replied, "We had great results the last time you came! After you did the therapy, the milk started to flow right away." I nudged him, and my face flushed red. "Why would you say it like that?" How dense could he be to describe such inappropriate details to another man? I was so embarrassed that I wished I could disappear into the floor.

His hand slid down, cupping my breast through my top, squeezing gently. I gasped into his kiss, my nipple peaking hard against his palm. "Milka," he murmured against my lips. "You're so beautiful. Please, let me see you." I hesitated, looking at Sarah again. She nodded, her cheeks were a little pink now. "Do it, Milka. Let him." Emboldened, I pulled back and tugged at my scrub top, lifting it over my head. My tits bounced free, nipples dark and stiff in the cool air.