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“Take it, Herb, take every inch of that perfect cock and swallow every drop he has for you,” I rasp, licking my lips as Chip’s head falls back against the seat. With his arms fully extended, barely gripping the steering wheel, he glances down at his lap where I’m holding Herb’s mouth to his cock.

“Fuck yeah, Herb,” he groans, his eyes flitting between Herb and the road. “I’m gonna come, man.”

At the last minute, I get jealous and consider tearing Herb off and taking his place with my mouth. But then I remember, if I’m going to sell Chip on being with both of us, I have to show him what Herb’s mouth can do.

His hands twist the steering wheel, making the leather squeak under his grip. The car comes to a slow as he erupts in groans, so loud they rattle the windows over the low hum of Herb’s grumbles.

I pull Herb off when Chip’s stomach stops twitching and his hands loosen around the wheel. Chip’s cock flops out of Herb’s throat, sticky and still a little hard. It’s a beautiful sight. I love Herb, but I’ve missed cock.

Chip surprises me, reaching across the cab to stroke his finger around the rim of Herb’s mouth. “Thanks, man. That was great.”

“I told you he’s good at oral.” I reach into my strapless gown and massage my breast, which currently aches from what I just witnessed. I’ve conditioned my body to enter let down and lactation phase at the slightest sexual arousal. So even thoughHerb sucking off Chip had nothing to do with me, my breasts still ache with fullness, they still throb to be nursed on, to be emptied.

“I don’t know if I can make it through dinner without a little relief,” I admit to Chip. “I know we were supposed to wait until after dinner tonight to get things going but we’ve already broken that rule so what’s a little more?”

Chips eyes are laser focused on my hand kneading my breast.

“M-me or Herb?” he asks, staring as I pull my boob out of my dress, heavy and hot. “You’re so full right now,” he says in awe, turning his head to the side to take in my milk-swollen breast from a new angle.

I rub the pad of my fingertip over my nipple a few times after licking it, then blow down, causing it to pucker. A single drop of milk beads at the hardened tip, and I let it roll down my breast as Chip watches.

“Herb now, you later?” I ask.

He glances down at Herb then up at me. “But he got to have fun with me. Shouldn’t I get to have fun with you?” His smile makes my stomach flutter. “That only seems fair.”

I unclip my seatbelt, looking around the parking lot where Chip parked us. “Okay,” I whisper, reaching behind him, sifting my fingers through the back of his hair. His hat falls off, and he quickly tosses it into the backseat, not letting anything get in the way.

When his warm lips make contact with my breast, I let out a deep, slow moan, the entire car vibrating with relief. I glance at Herb lying lifeless on the floorboard, then over at Chip, whose eyes are squeezed shut as he kisses my breast, every square inch.

“I love Herb, but warm lips feel so good,” I breathe, slick arousal blooming beneath my panties.

“Hmm,” he hums, bringing his lips to my areola. He seals his mouth to me, sucking my nipple onto his tongue, and both of usgasp as the first stream of high-powered let down sprays free. He coughs, then moans, and swallows so loudly that I have to reach down, pull up my gown and find my panties.

“Drink me,” I moan, looking down in the evening glow to see the most beautiful sight. My long lost soulmate – he has to be – latched to my breast, drinking the milk my body has been making for him.

“I’ve been waiting to find you. To find the man who lives to drink my milk, my soulmate who I make sustenance for,” I breathe, my other hand rubbing two fingers against my achy clit. “Let me feed you, Chip, please. Drink me and fuck me, and let me feed you forever.”

He starts drinking me down like shots in a bar, swallowing fast, back to back. I rub faster, my stomach clenching tighter, my legs shaking, eyes rolling into my head. I’ve come to Herb nursing off of me but a real man with his hard cock out and my milk in his stomach?

“I’m coming Chip, keep drinking, please, drink me while I come,” I moan, my voice rattling around the car, the windows now completely covered in steam.

He grunts and drinks, finally reaching down to touch himself. I know why he didn’t touch himself earlier– because he knew drinking my milk while stroking himself would make him come too fast.

I feel the same way as I clench and moan in the passenger seat, coming after less than two minutes of being nursed on by him. With his mouth still latched, I knock his hand away, using my cum-coated hand to stroke him.

He groans, but I don’t let him pop off. Instead, I push him into a deeper latch as I pump his cock. Four strokes later and my white dress got a whole lot whiter.

With my wet tit out and his damp cock hanging, we stare at each other across the cab, both of us trying to catch our breath as we grin.

“That was hot,” I breathe, unable to look away from him.

He glances at the cum sprayed over my white dress. “Your dress is ruined I think. And I’m so sorry.”

I shrug. “I’m not.” I glance down at Herb, a shiver of guilt running through me. Reaching, I bring his eager mouth to my dress and turn him on, using him to clean what I can.

Smirking, I face Chip after returning Herb to the floorboard. “He got all of your cum tonight. I hope you plan to make it up to me.”

Chip glances up at the restaurant through the window, then back to me. “Should we get it to go then head back to your place?”

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