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I smile. “I like that plan.”

He licks his lips. “Can I have the other side for dessert?”

“Mmm,” I moan at the idea. “Sounds perfect. As long as you feed me your milk for dessert, too.”

Herb’s hose pops at my feet, reminding me he’s there. “Don’t worry Herb, I have plans for you, too.”

8

Chip

Inside the Chick-Fil-A, I order a little bit of everything because I don’t know what Leche likes. Herb, obviously, doesn’t like Chick-Fil-A. He’s not a garbage disposal.

After collecting several bags with assorted chicken sandwiches, nuggets, dipping sauces, fries, and napkins, I head out to the car where Leche and Herb are waiting.

My chest heats when her warm, appreciative gaze falls on the bags of food. “Oh my gosh, I love Chick-Fil-A,” she says, grinning. “I usually eat cheap burgers but this is the fancy stuff.” She leans over the center console and places a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you. This date was bound to be special because it’s shared with the only two guys who get me, but now it’s really special.”

I reach into the bag and retrieve a cup of special sauce and tug it open, presenting it to her. She beams. “This is my favorite.” She reaches into the bag at the same time, and our fingers grasp the same french fry.

“Go on,” I nod my head toward the bag and pull my hand out. “It’s yours, baby.”

I watch as Leche dunks a couple of fries into sauce, rearing her head back before letting the snacks fall into her mouth. With her mouthful she says, “Nothing hits like special sauce.”

Finally.

A female has made a comment to me that I can turn into witty sexual banter.

I’ve been waiting most of my adult life for this.

I wag my eyebrows. “I’ll show you special sauce.”

I know Leche is my soulmate when she responds by jutting out her tongue, tapping the center. A moment later she grins. “And that’s where you can put it, after I fill you nice and full with milk.”

My lips tingle at the mention of her milk again. I just experienced my fantasy for the first time tonight, and it was everything I thought it would be. Except now I know for sure I love it, that it is indeed the thing that gets my engine going, and I wasn’t wrong.

We’ve known each other less than eleven thousand words– I mean, two days– and I need to get a ring on her finger. As bad as I need to drink from her again before the night is over.

“Let’s take the rest to my place,” she offers, reading my mind. “Herb’s hungry, too.”

Back at Leche’s apartment,she lights candles and turns on some Michael Bolton– another thing we have in common is we’re both his number one fans— while I pour us some Nesquik and plate up the Chick-Fil-A. We eat and talk, and even though we’re still new to each other, I feel like I’ve met my long lost soulmate.

We love so many of the same things! Adult lactation, Chick-Fil-A, Michael Bolton— the similarities know no end! After Herb has his portion of dinner off the table and floor, the three of us head to her bedroom, eager to get the night started.

With Herb’s power cord stretched across the mattress, he takes his spot between us, Leche and I both completely naked. Her body is so beautiful, and while I’ve seen over thirteen women naked online, in person it’s so different. So arousing. When I was getting undressed, I was unsurprised to find my boxers sticking to my groin. I’ve been making a mess all night, but seeing her naked has me leaking onto her sheets.

She notices, and takes Herb by the hose, bringing his wide mouth to my cock. “He wants to go down on both of us, back and forth, while you drink from me,” she says softly, her voice light and sweet, reminding me of my favorite person.

“You remind me so much of my mom,” I tell her as I nuzzle close over the top of Herb.

Leche’s grin is wide. “That’s the best compliment,” she says, taking my face in her hands. Wasting no time, she places me right where she wants me, right on her chest. Pinching her nipple, my cock weeps as she drags her pink, wet tip along my lips.

“Are you ready?” she whispers down, leaving a sweet trail of milk on my lips.

I nod, opening up just as she releases her nipple, letting the first of let down spray my throat. Filtering her fingers through my hair, long nails grazing my scalp, making eager bumps rise up on my throat and chest. My own nipples harden as I fill my mouth with supple breast and hard nipple, the sweet cream trickling down my throat making me moan.

“That’s right,” she says softly, the hum of Herb coming to life eating up the remaining quiet. I suck her deep, swallowing when my mouth is completely full, only to suckle another full mouthful as she slips Herb around my cock.

“You take Chip’s cock while he makes me feel good, okay Herb?” she says, twirling my ducktail around her fingers. “Good job,” she whispers to me, letting her other thumb stroke along my cheekbone tenderly. “You’re drinking me so well.”

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