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He made a soft, pleased sound that reverberated through my body.
A gentle climax flowed through me, and I purred like a damned cat.
He sucked the cum off my cock and rose above me.
“You finally called me Morton.”
He was grinning and looked so adorable something tugged at my heart.
“It is your name.”
The milking machine turned itself off, and he carefully removed the cups. He kissed my nipples, licking the drops of milk that escaped. My pecs were soft now, pleasantly empty. Morton brushed his lips around my nipples and nuzzled my chest.
He reached for the device lying on the bed and detached the bottle from it. There was maybe a cup of my milk in it. His eyes never leaving my chest, Morton tilted the bottle to his lips and drank.
His Adam’s apple moved as he gulped the contents down.
I gaped.
That was… I was too stunned to know if that was hot, cute, or both.
He set the empty bottle on the nightstand and lowered himself over me, caging me in.
Then he kissed me.
Tasting my milk in his mouth, I groaned into the kiss. Morton’s hard cock rubbed against my thigh. He moved down my body until his face was level with my pecs.
After the milking, my nipples looked obscene, but Morton stared at them as if he wanted to eat me alive.
“You still don’t have enough?” I teased, but my voice quivered. The searing desire in Morton’s gaze was almost scary.
“I’m in love with your tits. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of them.”
He brushed his lips over my abused nipple and nuzzled around it.
An idea took over my mind, and before I could censor myself, I blurted it out. “Come all over them.”
His lips parted with surprise. I couldn’t take it back now. I tried to come up with a way to turn it into a joke, but he rose above me. Shuffling forward on his knees, he straddled my torso. He leaned on one arm, and his hard cock brushed my left pec.
I gasped.
Fuck, we were a couple of horndogs, weren’t we?
But I was in heat and besides, who cared?
Frowning with focus, Morton moved his hips, rubbing his cock on my pec. His cockhead poked my nipple, smearing it with precum. I cradled the warm erection in my hands and pressed it harder against my chest.
He made fucking movements with his hips, and it felt just a tiny bit humiliating, but in a great way. I’d had no idea I’d like something like this. Apparently, whatever was happening to my tits, my libido was in.
I squeezed out a few drops of milk and rubbed them on his cock. Soon, I was moaning, grabbing mounds of my softened flesh to create a groove for him.
Morton was close. I could see it in his face.
And I heard myself say, “Do you like fucking my tits?”
He moaned, and his hips stuttered. “You’re such a tease, Jamie.”
“Your fault. Your cum in my womb must have turned me into a sex-crazed monster.”
