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Joyce 4/4 (mf, breastfeeding)
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After twenty minutes of this, Joyce knew that it had to stop soon. If
she'd counted right -- which she doubted -- she'd had at least, say,
twenty orgasms. And though they seemed to become more intense each
time, sometimes much more intense, she felt as if she could barely
take anymore. "Oh, Curt, I love the feel of your dick," she
confessed.
Curt, meanwhile, was at the end of his rope when she said that. He
couldn't hold out any longer, though he'd heard so many times that it
was his duty to fuck a girl until she came at least once.
"Joyce," he said, gasping slightly at a breath, "uh, have you come
yet?"
Joyce giggled softly. "Yeah," she whispered. "I have."
She cupped a breast with her hand. "Here," she offered, "it'll help."
Curt leaned down to her tit and, taking a good portion of it in his
mouth, drew streams of milk from her. Joyce closed her eyes,
involuntarily swept away. The whole idea was such a turn-on to Curt
that he began to feel a really strong pressure in his groin.
"God, oh, God," he said, slowing his thrusts to long, powerful
strokes. It was over in a few seconds, and Joyce could feel a new
wetness deep within as come gushed from his dick.
They spent a long time that way, with Curt's head resting on Joyce's
chest, his mouth gently sucking at her full round breast, her hand
brushing against the back of his head. She felt tender and fulfilled
as she passed her milk to him. He felt warm inside; he felt as though
he would never take enough of it.
And from the other side of the two-way mirror, April smiled.
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