Milking & Lactating 2: Suckling My Pregnant Aunt's Creamy Breasts

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Milking & Lactating 2: Suckling My Pregnant Aunt's Creamy Breasts

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My heavily pregnant Aunt Susie and I were supposed to go out to a concert. But she begged off, saying she had some aches and pains. I used my charm and wit to let me stay home with her and give her the best massage of her life.

Of course what’s a good massage if you can’t massage the breasts? They get achy, too. Especially when they’re completely full of rich, delicious, creamy milk.

Mmm...milk.

Excerpt:

"I'm sorry I can't go to the concert with you tonight, Will. I'm just not feeling up to it." Susie, my heavily pregnant, 41-year-old aunt lamented. I knew she was really looking forward to the concert, so there must really be something wrong.

"What's the matter?" I asked, turning from the doorway. If Susie couldn't go, I wouldn't go, either. This was her special treat.

"I don't know. Pregnancy stuff." She smiled wanly.

"Aww, that's such a shame. I know how much you were looking forward to tonight. What seems to be the issue? Anything you can talk about?"

Ever since her husband had left mid-pregnancy, I had moved in to help around the house. During that time, I'd grown especially close to her. Very close.

She stretched. "Just general aches and pains. For one my feet are killing me."

I had an idea. "Why don't you relax on the couch and I'll massage wherever you want me to." Any excuse to be close to my aunt.

She smiled brightly. "No, you go on ahead to the concert. I'll just catch some Netflix."
I came up behind her and began massaging her neck. She leaned heavily back into me and her ear was right next to my mouth.

"You sure? I can give a mean massage..." I whispered.

She giggled. "You sure do have a way with words." Susie breathed deeply and let it out slowly. "Okay. I've been running myself ragged. Maybe it's time for some relaxation."

For the next half-hour I worked pretty much every part of her body. Her neck, shoulders, feet, legs, back, you name it.

But there was one place that I hadn't yet touched. And one I wanted to badly.

Her breasts. Her extremely large, hanging, motherly milk-filled melon jugs. There was a wet stain on the front of her shirt in the shape of her massive nipples.

"Oh God, Will, your touch is fantastic. I could fall asleep right now," she moaned as I worked my hands around her neck. Closer and closer I crept to her shirt. She made no move to stop me, so I became emboldened. Soon my hands were slipping under her shirt.

Once she realized what I was doing, she looked up at me and giggled. "Let me guess, you want to massage my breasts?"

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eng

Anno

2017

Isbn

9788827510254

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