Suck My Milk Novels & Stories

Ada would squeal and ask for pictures. Instead she says nothing, because the truth would make Ada look at her like Amaka did. Like she’s rotten. --- That night she drinks. First time since secondary. Cheap vodka from the kiosk, mixed with malt in her hostel mug. Her roommate is out. The room is hers. She drinks until the edges go soft, then opens her notes app again. Not to text Jake. To write what she can’t say out loud.

Sucking and biting down on one then flattening my tongue over it, while pinching and twisting the nipples of the other and vice versa. Through it all, Mara moaned loudly, holding my head in place to take her harder. I clasped her breasts together and gave both of them a hard suck and suddenly, warm liquid spilled into my mouth. What? My eyes widened as I wondered what it was and when a little escaped down my throat it was a warm tasteless milk. Breast milk?!

He pulled my nipple as if he was about to remove them. "Oohh ... Don't pinched them so much or milk would come out." “I like that. Seeing milk spilling on your breast make you even more sexier. I will lick them if you want and suck them till no more milk come out.” "Okay, suck them more." I gripped to headboard and lean to his head so my breast would level his face. "Don't spill any milk and suck them."

Spit and precum drool down her chin in thick ropes, onto her tits, mixing with milk in a filthy cocktail. “Fuck, look at you,” I snarl, hips rolling. “Drooling like a cock-sleeve, tits spraying like a busted faucet. You love this, don’t you? Love being my little milk-whore.”

"I've taped these boys' ankles since freshman year, and I know every single one of their tells. And I'm telling you right now, you've got about four of them going at once." "I don't have tells, Amara." "You're gripping that pitcher like it insulted your mother." Her gaze flickered, and I looked down. I was gripping the milk pitcher hard enough to leave marks on my palm. I set it down, let myself breathe for a second, then whispered, "It's new," which was true but not remotely the entire story. "We're figuring it out," I added, not sure why I was trying so hard to make it believable. Well, courtesy of a business arrangement.

“A glass of milk from your factory would last me for a day.” Sounds like I’m not the only stalker. He traps my nipple between his teeth and pulls out. “Oh, my god.” I press his face to my breast and tiptoe just to reduce the burning sensation. “You’re gonna break me.” “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” He smacks and sucks. “To be used like my slut.” He looks upward, eyes meet mine and he purposely smacks my breast and sucks in again. “To be my big dirty secret?”

“Suck on my nipples, babes.” Her mouth latched onto my nipple while her hand squeezed, pinched, and tugged at the other, drawing out more milk. Hailey sucked on my nipple as if she were trying to drain me of milk and that drove me crazy. My moans were unstoppable. She handled my breasts with such recklessness that it made my vision black with intense pleasure and soon I was rocking my pussy on air, desperate for relief. She pulled her mouth off my nipple and spat the milk she'd held in her mouth on my breasts, the white warm liquid droplets were everywhere. The sight was obscene dirty and oh, so fucking hot.

With shaky hands, I squeezed her melon-shaped breast while sucking and then-- My mouth slipped off her boob and the wild flow of milk that erupted from her nipple sprayed me in the face. I had to close my eyes, crying out. Mom's moan filled the room, and her body started to shake. I eased off her breast with my hands and the stream slowed. Diving forward, I took her nipple between my lips again. I was breathing hard. My cock was pulsing with pleasure. I sucked my mom's nipple and applied pressure to her breast again. Milk flowed into my mouth, and I eagerly gulped it down. My nostrils flared as I breathed faster and faster. My penis was tingling like crazy. God, I wanted to cum on my mother.

He said and squeezed them. My T-shirt was soaked with milk. Dylan pulled my shirt up and covered my nipples with his mouth. He sucked it harder. His eyes watched my face when he was sucking it. I was embarrassed how he bent down and had it like a baby. "It's sweet, It's delicious.." He said as he broke the sucking. He licked his lips. "It's for Damien, you are crazy," I said. I was acting that way, but I wanted him to suck me more. "I read that the more you will suck, the more it will produce. What's more beautiful than boobs full of milk." He said and continued sucking it again.

"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.