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She plops onto the bed, facing me. “How do you want me?”
“Such a pretty little submissive, aren't you?”
Her cheeks redden immediately from the praise, and it takes all of me to remember that it’s about me now, and that I should make her work for another orgasm.
“Sit against the headboard, still facing me.”
She moves to stand and walk around the edge of the bed when I bark my next order.
“Crawl there.”
She nods, obeying quickly. Lylah pulls herself onto all fours, looking back at me to make sure I’m watching before making her way up my bed. Her pussy’s on display for me from this angle, and the tight hole of her ass is begging to be licked and lavished as well.
It doesn’t take me long to catch up with her while she’s settling into place.
“You’re going to let me use you, aren’t you?” Lylah nods feverishly in response.
“Good girl,” I praise while straddling her left thigh.
The first bit of friction from her thigh against my pussy sends me feral. My tits hang in her face while she looks up at me, biting that plump pink lip. I know exactly what she needs.
“Go ahead, Bubbles, suck for me while I find my release.”
Not a second is wasted, her lips wrap around my desperate nipple as I begin rubbing my pussy up and down her thigh.
“Suck harder, baby.”
Her tongue switches from soft flicks to finally drawing milk. I can feel myself draining into her mouth. One hand cups the breast she sucks, the other kneading the lonely one, and I can’t help but watch as my milk dribbles down. Landing in glossy drops on her chest.
God-fucking-damn.
This must be how men feel when they get to nut on a woman’s chest, because I think this is theclosest I’ve ever felt to claiming another woman in such a way.
Small drops of milk begin to escape the sides of her mouth. “Show me.”
She looks up at me with nothing but lust in her gaze, opening her full mouth wide so I can see the milk,mymilk.
“Swallow, baby,” I beg, grinding against her harder when she does so. Her mouth closes but only briefly. “Goddamn, Bubbles, is this what you needed? Is this what you imagined tonight would look like after you snooped around my room?” I’m breathless, grinding against her so hard now. My arousal coats us both to the point that my clit glides easily against the soft skin of her leg.
“Yes,” she pauses. “And no.” Her words are a wanton whisper, and I’m not sure whose heartbeat I can feel at this point, but it runs rampant.
My fingers find their way into the hair at the nape of her neck. “Now the other. Relieve me, baby girl.” My grip on her hair tightens when I feel her suction. I’m so fucking close, a few more hip thrusts and I could be there, only her mouth fills a lot faster this time.
Her lips leave my pointed nipple before she opens wide to show me her filled mouth once more,but this time, her tongue slowly pushes every drop of milk out of her mouth.
My orgasm plows into me like a fucking freight train while I watch my milk spill over her chin and down onto her tits with pebbling nipples. I see stars as my body collapses onto hers while I moan, our bodies sticky with sweet milk.
We tangle immediately, lips fighting, teeth smashing, both of us pulling at different parts of each other's bodies to find the angles we each need.
We grind tirelessly, maybe for hours. I lose track of how many orgasms I have, but not of how many times Lylah’s pretty little cunt cries on my mouth. I could die tonight with her pink pussy speared on my tongue, and I would have nearly no regrets.
“I can't, please,” she begs above me, riding my tongue like such an obedient little submissive. I don’t try to speak; I just watch while she desperately kneads her chest, pulling and pinching her own nipples while I force her hips up and down on my tongue, her clit hitting my nose repeatedly. My Bubbles needs one more before I’m done with her for the night. One more orgasm to put her to sleep.
My curious hand wraps behind her, pressing a single finger to the tight ring of muscle, pushing ever-so-gently against her asshole. When the tip ofmy digit slides in, I feel her come undone one last time. Her moans echo around my bedroom as her hips stutter on my face.
Our night ends with both of us panting as we cling together in the middle of my bed, and I can’t help but wonder what we’ll make of this in the morning.
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