Breastfeeding time

Suckling from my pregnant girlfriend's tits

"You're staring again." Her voice was low, throaty—the kind that made my skin prickle. I didn't deny it. The way her swollen teenage belly pushed against the thin fabric of her dress, the way her full breasts strained against the seams—every inch of her demanded attention.

She shifted on the couch, wincing slightly as a drop of milk darkened the fabric between her nipples. The scent hit me first, sweet and musky, flooding my mouth with saliva before I could think. My cock throbbed against my jeans, aching. "Fuck baby," I muttered, dragging my gaze up to hers. "You're leaking."

Her laugh was breathless, fingers teasing the wet spot. "You want to suck on them, dont you? I know you want to," she teased. The challenge in her eyes was unmistakable. I was across the room before she finished speaking, sinking to my knees between her spread thighs.

She guided my mouth to her aching nipples, trembling as I tasted the thick, honeyed taste of her milk flooding my tongue her hips grind against me, as I kneaded her swollen breasts.

The first lick was tentative—just a swipe of my tongue along the damp cotton—but the taste exploded like cream and salt, primal and perfect.

"Please," she gasped, arching her back, her belly a firm curve between us. The taste was richer than I imagined—sweet, yes, but with something darker underneath, something hungry, her fingers twisted in my hair, holding me there as her thighs trembled,

Her gasp turned into a moan as I ripped the fabric aside, mouth closing hungrily over her hard nipple. Her milk flooded my tongue, thick and warm, and I groaned against her skin like a starving man. Her fingers twisted in my hair, urging me deeper, hips rolling against nothing. "More," she demanded, arching—her other breast glistening, untouched and desperate.

I switched sides without breaking rhythm, sucking hard enough to draw another rush, her choked cry vibrating through me. Her thighs clenched around my ribs, wetness soaking through her panties where they pressed against my chest. The scent of her arousal mixed with the heady musk of milk—intoxicating, animal—and I knew she could feel my eight inch erection throbbing against her calf.

"Touch yourself, baby" I growled between pulls, squeezing her hip hard enough to bruise. She whimpered but obeyed instantly, fingers diving beneath the waistband of her panties. The slick sounds alone made my teeth ache. Her breath came in ragged bursts, her swollen belly quivering as she rubbed furious circles against her clit.

Her moan pitched higher, desperate—hormones turning every brush of her fingers electric, unbearable. "I can't—oh god, it's too much—" she sobbed, hips jerking wildly. Milk sprayed across my chin as her back arched, her entire body seizing in one long, shuddering wave.

I didn't let up, sucking harder, fingers digging bruises into her thighs. Her cunt clenched around nothing, slickness dripping down her thighs. "Fuck, *yes*—" she wailed, orgasm ripping through her like lightning—until her nails raked my scalp, dragging me closer.

Her swollen belly tightened beneath my forearm, contracting with sharp pleasure as another gush of milk spilled into my mouth. Her pregnancy hormones turned every sensation into wildfire—her nipples too sensitive, her clit throbbing with oversensitivity—but she still ground against my tongue, begging for more.

Her orgasm had barely faded when another built, her cunt clenching rhythmically around nothing. “Fuck—fuck—suck on my titties” she sobbed, her fingers still working her swollen clit, her thighs trembling. Every pull of my lips sent shocks through her, her body caught between overwhelming pleasure and the desperation for more.

The scent of milk and arousal thickened the air. She whimpered when I pinched her free nipple, her body jerking violently as another spray of milk splashed hot against my cheek. Her pregnancy had wired her nerves raw—every touch amplified, every flick of my tongue against her nipple sending sparks straight to her dripping cunt.

"Oh fuck—I can't—" She gasped, fingers knotting in my hair as another orgasm tore through her. Her swollen belly tightened, her cunt pulsing around nothing, slickness dripping down her thighs. The sensations were too much, her body writhing between pleasure and overload.

Each pull of my lips on her nipple sent shocks through her, the wet sounds of my sucking drowned out by her ragged moans. Her thighs trembled against my ribs, her clit throbbing—she was still rubbing it in desperate circles, her swollen belly rising and falling with each shuddering breath.

Another suck, another flood—her milk spilled over my chin as she arched into my mouth, her fingers clawing at my hair. She whimpered, her cunt clenching visibly, slickness dripping onto the couch beneath her. "Please," she gasped—though she didn't know what she was asking for—her hips rolling in helpless circles, chasing another impossible peak.

I groaned against her young flesh, gripping her thighs tighter, tasting salt and sweetness as she soaked through her panties. Each swallow pulled another shudder from her, her body responding—milk gushing from one breast as her thighs trembled around me, her soaked panties clinging to the swollen folds beneath.

Her hips bucked when I dragged my teeth lightly over her nipple, her breath breaking into a high-pitched sob. The sound of her slickness filled the room—every desperate squelch of her fingers working her clit, every wet drag of fabric against her drenched cunt—each movement timed to the rhythm of my sucking. Her belly clenched visibly, her body caught between too much and never enough.

"Fuck, I can feel it—" she gasped, her thighs squeezing around my head as another pulse of milk spilled into my mouth. Her wetness trickled down her inner thighs, pooling where her swollen folds pressed against the couch. The scent of her arousal was thick enough to taste, mingling with the salt-sweetness of her milk—her body betraying her need with every shuddering breath.

Her swollen breasts glistened under the low light, taut and aching—nipples dark and stiff, leaking against my tongue before I even sucked hard enough. She whined high in her throat when I pinched the other one between my fingers, her clit twitching violently under her own frantic strokes. Every movement was desperate now—her hips jerking, her thighs trembling—her body unable to tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore.

The next gush of milk hit the back of my throat thick and warm, flooding my mouth faster than I could swallow. She arched off the couch with a sob, her belly tightening in one sharp contraction—her orgasm ripping through her so hard her panties stuck to her swollen lips, soaked through. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Her nipple pulsed against my tongue, her body still pushing out more milk like she was trying to drown me in it.

Her fingers left her clit to grab fistfuls of my hair, holding me against her breast like she wanted to fuse us together. “Don’t stop” she panted. Another rush of milk spilled over my chin, dripping down her swollen belly in sticky rivulets. The scent of her arousal was unbearable—hot and musky, mixed with the sweetness of her milk—her cunt visibly clenching around nothing.

She arches into me with a gasp, fingers twisting in my hair as I drag my tongue along the dark, tight peak—her body betraying her, responding to my mouth long before the baby will ever get its turn.*

The air smells of sweat and salt and the thick musk of her arousal—her thighs trembling, trembling like a freshly fucked cunt—and when I scrape my teeth lightly, she cries out—high and thin—her swollen stomach tight beneath my arm.*

Her fingers tighten in my hair, knuckles white as bone—forcing me down—and I let her—let her grind my face into her wetness—until my tongue is as slick as her panties.*

I pull her panties down, and she pushes my head down to her sopping pussy. Her scent hits me before my tongue does—musky, sweet, thick with need—and when I drag the flat of my tongue up her slit, she jerks like she’s been electrocuted. Her thighs clamp around my ears, her swollen belly pressing against my forehead as she grinds down, demanding more.

Her cunt is slick and swollen, her folds glistening under the dim light, her clit throbbing visibly against my tongue when I circle it. She whimpers, high and desperate, her fingers tightening in my hair—pulling me closer, harder—until my nose presses against her and she lets out a broken sob. The taste of her floods my mouth, salt and heat, her hips rolling in frantic little circles against my face.

Every drag of my tongue draws another pulse of wetness, her body responding without hesitation—her thighs trembling, her belly tightening as another orgasm builds. She grinds down harder, practically riding my mouth now, her swollen breasts bouncing with each frantic movement.

Her clit throbs violently against my tongue, the slick sounds of her cunt drowning out everything else—her breath ragged, her fingers gripping my hair like a lifeline. She’s past coherent words now—just desperate whimpers and choked-off moans, her hips jerking erratically as she chases her release.

I circle her swollen clit faster, pressing hard against that sensitive bundle of nerves—her thighs trembling violently around my head—and when I suck lightly, she shatters instantly. Her scream is raw, her cunt spasming around nothing—hot juices spilling over my chin as her belly tightens in one sharp contraction.

Her teenage pussy iscthe most delicious thing i've ever tasted—sweetness tempered by the tang of something primal, something desperate—her slickness coating my tongue thickly as she grinds down harder, chasing aftershocks. The scent of milk and arousal mixes in the air—heady, intoxicating—her swollen breasts dripping freely onto her pregnant belly.

She whimpers when I push my tongue deeper inside her—her cunt fluttering tight around me—her hips bucking wildly as another wave of pleasure takes her. The taste changes—sharpens—as her orgasm hits—her juices flooding my mouth in hot pulses—her fingers tightening in my hair to the point of pain.

Her clit throbs violently against my tongue—so swollen I can feel her heartbeat in it—her slickness dripping down my chin as she grinds down harder—her swollen belly pressing against my forehead. She gasps—high and sharp—when I pinch her nipple—her entire body jerking—her cunt clenching around nothing—another gush of wetness spilling out.

Her thighs tremble, her voice breaking, as I drag my tongue flat and slow up her dripping slit. Her taste flooding my mouth, hot and musky, her hips rolling in desperate little circles. Another orgasm rips through her, her fingers twisting painfully in my hair, everything clenching at once, milky spray bursting from her untouched nipple, her wetness splashing against my lips.

She pulls my head back by the hair, breath ragged, pupils blown wide. Her swollen belly rises and falls rapidly as she stares down at me with feral hunger. "I want your cock inside me now," she demands, voice cracking—not a request, but a command from some primal place where need overrides logic. Her thighs are already spreading wider, her slick folds glistening under the dim light, swollen clit pulsing visibly. The scent of her arousal is thick enough to taste—musky, sweet, desperate, my cock twitches violently in my jeans, aching to replace my tongue.

She doesn’t wait—just pushes off the couch with shaky arms, turning on all fours, her firm round teenage ass raised in invitation. The curve of her pregnant belly hangs heavy between her thighs, swaying slightly as she adjusts her stance—knees spreading wider, presenting herself. Her wetness drips freely onto the couch cushions, her swollen nipples still leaking milk in thin streams that pool beneath her. The sight punches the air from my lungs—this young, fertile body begging to be bred again, even as she already carries my child.

My jeans hit the floor before I’ve fully processed the movement, cock springing free—hard and aching, slick with precum. She glances over her shoulder, pupils blown black with hunger, watching me stroke myself roughly as her breath hitches. "Fuck me pregnant again," she whispers, voice raw—and something in the way her cunt visibly clenches around nothing tells me she means it. Her hips rock back instinctively, her swollen folds glistening, her tight asshole fluttering like she’s considering offering that too.

I don’t tease. Don’t bother pushing in slow. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise as I slam forward in one brutal thrust—her slick, swollen pussy swallowing me whole, so tight I see stars. She screams—not pain, but relief—arching her back like a cat in heat, her pregnant belly pressing into the couch as I bottom out inside her. Her walls pulse violently around my cock, drenching me in fresh wetness, her body welcoming me deeper than should be possible.

Her moan shatters into a sob when I pull back and slam home again—her swollen clit rubbing against me with every snap of my hips, her milk laden tits swaying beneath her. The wet slap of skin fills the room, mixing with her frantic pleas for more—her cunt clinging to me like it’s trying to milk me dry. Fucking her raw means feeling every pulse of her orgasm—her tightness fluttering wildly around my cock—her slickness dripping onto my balls.

There’s no hiding how much she loves this—her body betrayed by the way her pussy clenches greedily around me—her juices soaking down my thighs. Breeding her again while she’s already carrying is a primal high—her fertile teenage body taking me like it was made for it—every thrust punching a broken moan from her lips. The way her swollen belly presses against the couch while I rut into her—how her slick folds stretch obscenely around my girth—it’s a filthy thrill no sane man could resist.

Her panting breaths turn into screams when I grab a fistful of her hair—yanking her back so her spine bows—my cock driving impossibly deeper—her cunt squeezing me tight as a vice. Milk sprays from her swinging breasts—splattering across the cushions—her nipples dark and stiff, still dripping as she writhes beneath me. The scent of her arousal, thick and musky—mixed with the salt-sweetness of her milk—drowns every rational thought until all I know is her heat, her tightness, how her womb pulses like it’s already hungry for another round of seed.

Her trembling thighs clench when I roll my hips—dragging my cock against that sweet spot inside her—her swollen belly pressing into the couch with every savage thrust. Her moans pitch higher—desperate, broken—her slickness bubbling around my shaft as her cunt tries to milk me with every pulse. “Fill me,” she sobs, arching her back impossibly further—her swollen breasts swaying beneath her, nipples dripping onto the couch. “fill me with your cum,"

I let go of her hair—letting her collapse forward—only to hook an arm under her pregnant belly, hauling her up against my chest. Her gasp turns into a whimper as I thrust upward from this angle—her swollen clit rubbing against my pubic bone with every snap of my hips. Her cunt tightens like a vice—her fingers clawing at my forearm—her milk spraying in erratic bursts as her orgasm rips through her violently.

She arches against me with a scream—her body seizing—her swollen belly pressing into my forearm as her pussy spasms around my cock in hot, rhythmic pulses. Her slickness floods between us—soaking my balls—her clit throbbing visibly where it grinds against me with every ragged thrust. I can feel her womb contracting—tightening—pulling me deeper as if trying to wring every last drop of jizz from me.

Her orgasm goes on and on—her thighs trembling violently—her milk spraying in erratic spurts across her heaving chest. Her cunt sucks at me greedily—clenching tight—her swollen folds stretching obscenely around my girth as she squeezes me like a vise. The sound of her wetness is obscene—squelching—every slap of skin echoing her gasps as she shudders through wave after wave.

She sobs—high and broken—her swollen belly pressing against my forearm as her womb spasms like it’s trying to milk me dry. Her tightness flutters wildly—her slickness oozing around my shaft—her clit pulsing madly where it rubs against me with every brutal thrust. Her panting breaths hitch—her nipples still leaking—her swollen breasts swaying beneath her—her body betraying her need with every twitch.

Her cunt squeezes me violently—her orgasm dragging another flood from her womb—her juices soaking my balls as she clenches like she’s trying to fuse us together. The wet slap of skin fills the room, her thighs trembling—her belly tightening visibly with each contraction—her slickness dripping around my cock as she milks me with each pulse.

Her whimper cracks into a scream when I bottom out—her swollen breasts bouncing wildly as my balls slap against her clit. The first spurt of cum hits her womb like wildfire—her cunt flutters wildly—her back arches impossibly further—her teenage body responding like it was born for this.

She sobs as the second pulse fills her—her womb contracting greedily around my cock—her swollen belly pressing into the couch as she takes every drop. Her thighs tremble violently—her slickness dripping down my shaft—her cunt fluttering in tiny, desperate spasms as if trying to wring out more. The scent of sex and milk thickens—her swollen breasts swaying beneath her—nipples still leaking onto the damp upholstery.

Her fingers claw at the cushions, her breath ragged—her body still twitching with aftershocks—her teenage cunt pulsing around me like it’s memorizing the shape of my cock. She whimpers when I pull out—her swollen folds clinging desperately—her juices mixed with my cum dripping down her thighs in thick dribbles. Her swollen belly rises and falls rapidly—her nipples dark and stiff—her body still humming with spent pleasure.

She rolls onto her back with a shudder—her legs falling open bonelessly—her pregnant belly glistening with sweat and milk—her cunt still fluttering visibly, greedy even after being filled. She watches me through hooded eyes—her tongue darting out to wet her lips—her fingers trailing lazily through the mess between her thighs. “Again,” she murmurs—her voice wrecked—her hips lifting slightly—her swollen clit throbbing as if to prove she means it.

I drag her ankles over my shoulders—ignoring her gasp—her wetness smearing across my skin as I push back inside without hesitation. Her cunt grips me tighter now—warm and plush—her womb still pulsing from the last load. She arches off the couch—her milk-laden breasts bouncing—her nipples spraying in thin arcs as her body convulses around me instantly. There’s no rhythm now—just raw, grinding thrusts—her swollen belly pressed between us—her slickness leaking around my shaft.

Her scream breaks into panting sobs when I bite her inner thigh—her cunt fluttering violently—her teenage body still wired for endless pleasure. The scent of my cum leaking from her mixes with fresh milk—thick and primal—her swollen lips clinging obscenely with each withdrawal. She claws at her own breasts—fingers twisting her nipples—another gush of milk splattering her collarbone as her orgasm crests again.

The wet slap of skin echoes obscenely—her slickness oozing around my cock—her swollen clit rubbing raw against my pelvis with each savage thrust, her tight little cunt sucking at me like a vice, her pussy juices squirting onto my balls with every brutal pump of my cock.

Her hands claw at my back—her swollen belly pressed flush between us—her milk-laden tits bouncing wildly—nipples spraying thin white streams across my chest—her moans climbing higher—her cunt clamping down violently as another orgasm rips through her pregnant body.

The wet slap of skin fills the room as her slick folds stretched obscenely around my girth. Her moans rise higher, louder, her pregnant belly pressing into me with every brutal thrust. Her swollen clit rubs raw against my pelvis, her tight little cunt sucking at me like a vice, her pussy juices squirting onto my balls with every savage pump of my cock. Her breath ragged, her milk-laden tits bouncing wildly beneath us, her nipples hard as pebbles.

My cock twitches violently inside her,deep where she needs it as hot cum erupts from me in thick pulses—flooding her greedy womb—her teenage body arching to take every drop., her slick walls clamping down as she screams through another orgasm.

Her cunt milks me dry with rhythmic contractions. her swollen lips stretched obscenely around my shaft, as she writhes beneath me.

Her womb hungrily gulps down every hot spurt, her body responding instinctively to being filled again.

The last drop pulses from me in a thick, sluggish dribble—her inner muscles milking it out with slow, greedy pulls. She whimpers when I pull out—her slick folds clinging desperately—my cum already leaking from her flushed, swollen entrance in pearly streaks down her trembling thighs.

I don't hesitate. Catching her behind the knees, I drag her hips higher—spreading her wider—watching my seed pool obscenely at her gaping entrance before plunging my tongue in deep. The taste explodes—bitter salt and the tang of her arousal—her shocked gasp turning into a ragged moan as I lick into her dripping cunt like a man starved.

Her thighs tremble violently around my head—her swollen belly heaving—her fingers knotting in my hair as I swirl my tongue around her fluttering hole, lapping up every thick drop. The stretch of her used pussy against my lips is obscene—her slick folds clinging to my chin—my cum mixing with her juices as I suck greedily at her leaking slit. The shudder that wracks her body tells me she’s never been eaten like this—never been devoured after being filled—her hips bucking erratically against my mouth.

Her taste is intoxicating—bitter salt and musky sweetness—her cunt pulsing around my tongue as she grinds down, desperate to feel me deeper. She whimpers—high and broken—when I press two fingers inside alongside my tongue, her swollen walls clamping down instantly, milking them as I curl upward, searching for that spongy spot. Her scream when I find it is raw—her milk-laden breasts bouncing wildly—her nipples spraying thin arcs across her chest as her body convulses violently.

Her thighs shake around my head—her belly tightening visibly—as I lap hungrily at her leaking hole, my fingers working relentlessly while my tongue chases every drop of juice spilling from her. The sound is obscene—wet squelching—her hips bucking erratically against my mouth as she sobs through another orgasm, her swollen clit pulsing violently begging for more. My cum mixes with her slickness, coating my tongue thickly, her cunt spasming as if trying to milk me even with just my fingers buried inside her.

The mingled taste of my cum and her juices the slickness, flooding my tongue in thick, bitter salt and musky sweetness that is uniquely our own. Her body shuddering violently as I swallow it all down like a starving man.

She bucks against my face with a choked sob, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, i pull my fingers out of her sopping cunt and run my hands over her swollen belly as I keep eating her out, licking deeper, sucking her tender folds clean. Her cunt pulses in frantic little spasms around my tongue, her hips rolling desperately against my mouth as if she can’t decide whether to pull away or grind harder.

A strangled moan tears from her throat, her body writhing as I work her oversensitive clit with my thumb while my tongue laps greedily at her leaking entrance.

Her thighs clamp around my head and she cies out as another hot gush of cum-mixed juices drips onto my tongue.

The taste of her—musky-sweet arousal mingled with my own bitter salt—floods my mouth as I lap hungrily at her clenching hole, swallowing every thick drop that spills from her ruined cunt.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, her breath ragged as she watches me devour my own cum from her dripping pussy. "Fuck," she gasps—part shock, part awe—her swollen belly rising sharply when I hum against her slick folds, lapping up every last drop. The taste is primal my cum mixed with her musky sweetness. She whimpers when I pull back, her juices and my jizz glistening on my chin, her swollen clit pulsing visibly as if begging for more attention.

I don’t hesitate—just hook her knees over my shoulders, dragging her hips higher until her tight little pink asshole winks at me. The first lick makes her jerk violently—her shocked gasp turning into a high-pitched whine as I flatten my tongue against her puckered rim. She’s never let me touch her here before—but the way her thighs tremble tells me she won’t stop me now. I circle slowly, teasing the tight ring of muscle with gentle presses until she relaxes.

Her taste is different here—musky, saltier—her hole clenching reflexively as I lap at it like a starving man. She’s still leaking cum from her swollen pussy—her juices dripping down to her beautiful starfish.
Her thighs shaking uncontrollably around my head. When I press the tip of my tongue against her tight entrance, she lets out a broken sob—her fingers knotting in my hair—her back arching violently as her untouched cunt clenches around nothing.

It’s slow at first—just teasing circles—her breath hitching each time I flick against that sensitive rim. Her entire body jerks like she’s been electrocuted. Her scream is raw, uncontrolled—her fists twisting in the sheets—her thighs trembling uncontrollably as I lick her teenage butthole.

She bucks against my mouth—her swollen pregnant belly heaving—her voice cracking as she begs incoherently, torn between pushing me away and grinding harder. I flatten my tongue against her tight little hole, pressing insistently—her gasp turns into a sob—her body arching violently when I lick faster.

Her thighs shake asher cunt clenches around nothing, her swollen clit throbbing visibly as I circle her puckered rim with relentless focus. Her breath is ragged—her nipples leaking milk as her body convulses under untouched pleasure. Her hole fluttering under my tongue in tight little spasms, her teenage body responding with violent shudders as I trace her rim without pressing inside.

She whimpers, high and desperate, her hips jerk involuntarily, her dripping cunt pulsing with each shallow breath, she grinds her ass against my mouth. Her tight little hole winks open slightly, begging but I just lick slow, torturous circles around the rim, savoring her helpless moans when she realizes I won't give her what she wants.

Her fingers claw at my scalp, her breath ragged as I drag my tongue flat and slow up from her trembling thighs to tease her puckered entrance again—so close, but never pushing in. Her swollen clit throbs visibly, untouched, her cunt weeping juices onto the couch as she squirms, her frustrated sob cracking when I blow a cool breath across her wetness instead.

I lick a hot stripe from her dripping slit to her tight little asshole, my fingers spreading her glistening folds wider—letting her feel the wicked tease of my tongue tracing circles just outside where she wants it most. Her thighs quiver violently, her swollen belly pressing against the couch as she arches—her desperate little moan breaking when I pull back to watch her hole flutter uselessly, begging for something I refuse to give.

She whimpers when I drag my tongue back down, slow and torturous, lapping at her swollen clit just long enough to make her jerk before flicking back up to her puckered rim again. Her breathing turns ragged, her fingers twisting in my hair—half-plea, half-threat as I tease her mercilessly, denying her any real relief. Milk drips from her engorged tits as her cunt clenches around nothing, her asshole twitching under the ghost of my tongue.

My saliva mixes with her juices as I alternate between them—hot, wet strokes against her dripping slit followed by cruel little circles just shy of penetrating her tight hole. She sobs out a curse when I blow cool air across her swollen folds, her hips bucking wildly, only for me to lick a filthy stripe back up to her ass, stopping just before breaching her rim. The scent of her desperation thickens—musky and sweet—her thighs trembling as she grinds against my mouth like she’s trying to force my tongue deeper.

Her fingers twist violently in my hair—half pulling me closer, half shoving me away—the war in her head playing out in every jerky movement. "Please—" she gasps, voice wrecked, but I don’t give in. Instead, I press the pad of my thumb against her pulsing clit, rubbing rough circles while my tongue traces lazy patterns around her clenching rim. The sound she makes is pure frustration—her cunt gushing fresh wetness—her asshole fluttering under my breath as if begging for something more.

She arches off the couch with a broken noise when I deliberately avoid breaching her tight ring, my tongue flicking just below it instead. Her thighs shake—her swollen belly pressing into the cushions—her milk-heavy tits swaying with each ragged breath. "Fuck me there, fuck my ass," she finally whimpers, the words punched out of her, and I know I’ve won. The way she says it, raw and desperate, betrays how badly she wants it, even if she’d never admit it sober.

Her breath hitches when I finally press my cock inside, just the tip. Her entire body jerking like she’s been electrocuted. She’s impossibly tight, clenching rhythmically around my cock as her cunt drips onto the couch beneath her. I hook my fingers into her dripping slit, rubbing rough circles against her swollen clit while my cock works her asshole open slowly. The noises she makes are obscene, half-sobs, half-moans, her body twisting between pleasure and pain as she takes me deeper.

Milk sprays from her tits in erratic bursts as she clenches around me, her swollen belly pressing into the couch, her thighs shaking violently. Every inch deeper makes her whimper, her asshole fluttering around my cock like it’s trying to push me out even as her hips jerk back for more. Her cunt pulses visibly, dripping juices onto my fingers, her swollen clit throbbing under my touch as if begging for attention even while her teenage ass stretches around the girth of my cock.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers clawing at the cushions as I bottom out—her tight heat clamping down like a vice. She lets out a broken scream when I pull almost all the way out leaving the head of my cock still inside her before slamming back in, her asshole gripping me obscenely tight, her pussy gushing fresh pussy juice onto my fingers. The wet slap of skin fills the room as I fuck her ass slowly, her swollen belly jolting with every thrust, her milk-drenched tits swaying beneath her.

She sobs when I curl my fingers inside her dripping cunt, rubbing her g-spot roughly while my cock stretches her ass deeper. The dual stimulation sends her over the edge instantly—her body convulsing violently—her asshole clenching rhythmically around my cock as her pussy squirts hot juices across my wrist. Her swollen clit pulses visibly, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her nipples spraying thin streams of milk across her heaving chest as she writhes beneath me.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps—her swollen belly pressing into the couch—her fingers clawing at the cushions as I fuck her ass with slow, deliberate thrusts. "It's so big," she whimpers, voice wrecked, her tight little hole gripping me obscenely with every withdrawal. Her cunt pulses around my fingers, milking them desperately, her swollen lips glistening with fresh juices as her orgasm rips through her again.

Her thighs tremble violently—her milk-heavy breasts swaying beneath her—her asshole fluttering around my cock like it's trying to wring me dry. The stretch is obscene—her tight ring resisting with every inch—her body jerking between pleasure and pain as she struggles to take me deeper. She sobs when I pull almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside, before slamming back in ruthlessly—her swollen clit throbbing visibly where it rubs against the couch.

Her fingers claw at the cushions—her breath ragged—her cunt dripping onto the upholstery as I fuck her ass with slow, brutal thrusts. Her swollen belly presses into the couch, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her asshole gripping me like a vice as her body betrays her need. "Too much," she whimpers—voice wrecked—but her hips jerk back greedily for more, her tight little hole sucking me deeper with every withdrawal.

She's never taken it up the ass before—never even considered it—but the way her body responds tells me she was made for it. Her cunt pulses around my fingers—her swollen clit throbbing violently—her orgasm milking me even as her ass stretches obscenely around my cock. Milk sprays from her tits in erratic spurts, her nipples dark and stiff, her teenage body wired for pleasure even as she sobs through the stretch.

Her tight little hole clenches rhythmically—greedy—her thighs shaking uncontrollably as I fuck into her deeper. The sounds are obscene—wet squelching—her cunt dripping fresh juices onto my fingers while her ass grips me impossibly tight. She arches violently when I curl my fingers harder inside her—her swollen belly pressing into the couch—her scream raw and broken as another orgasm rips through her pregnant body.

Her snug asshole squeezes my cock like a fist, each withdrawal a struggle, her body resisting the anal intrusion even as she begs for more. Milk leaks from her tits in erratic spurts as she writhes beneath me, her hips jerking erratically between pushing away and grinding back, her swollen clit throbbing visibly against my thumb. The stretch is brutal—her tight ring fluttering around my cock—her teenage body torn between pleasure and pain as her tight little ass takes me deeper with every savage thrust.

Her breath comes in ragged hitches, her fingers scraping the cushions, her swollen belly pressed flush against the couch as I slam into her again. Her thighs trembling violently as her cunt drips fresh juices onto my fingers. The wet slap of skin fills the room—her milk-heavy breasts swaying beneath her—her nipples dark and stiff as her orgasm crests again, her tight little hole milking me desperately.

Her snug asshole squeezes my cock in rhythmic pulses—each flutter like a greedy little mouth trying to suck me deeper—her teenage body betraying itself as she arches back into my thrusts. The stretch is obscene, her tight ring resisting with every inch, her breath gaspinging in broken sobs as her ass takes me deeper. Her cunt pulses around my fingers—her swollen clit throbbing violently—her orgasm milking me even as her ass stretches obscenely around my cock.

My groans become louder, s my cock stabs her in the ass. My balls tighten, my cock twitching deep inside her as hot cum erupts from my cock in thick pulses—flooding her tight little hole—her teenage body jerking like she's been electrocuted. Her scream is raw, shattered—her thighs trembling uncontrollably—as my cum fills her ass in hot spurts, her tight ring clenching rhythmically like it's trying to milk me dry. Her swollen belly presses into the couch, her milk-heavy breasts swaying beneath her, her pussy dripping fresh juices onto my fingers as her orgasm crests again.

The sound of her whimpers mixes with the wet slap of skin—her asshole fluttering around my cock as I pump every last drop of baby batter into her womb. Her thighs shake violently, her breath ragged, her fingers clawing at the cushions as my cum leaks obscenely from her stretched hole. She gasps when I pull out—her tight little ring struggling to close—my jizz oozing down her trembling thighs in thick, pearly streaks. Her cunt pulses visibly around nothing, her swollen lips glistening with fresh juices, her teenage body still hungry for more.

She collapses forward onto the couch, her swollen belly and milk-heavy tits
pressing into the upholstery, as she catches her breath. A shudder runs through her when my fingers trail through the mess between her legs—my cum mingling with her slickness—her hips jerking involuntarily at the touch. "Holy fuck," she breathes, voice wrecked, her thighs pressing together instinctively before she forces them apart again—her body still wired for pleasure despite the exhaustion. Her dark nipples drip milk onto the couch, her body trembling as aftershocks ripple through her.

I pull her limp body up onto my lap, her sweat-slick back pressing against my chest. Her swollen belly rises sharply with each breath, her cunt pulsing visibly against my thigh—still leaking our mixed juices. She lets out a broken whimper when my fingers brush her oversensitive clit, her hips twitching weakly, unable to decide between seeking more or pulling away. "No more," she rasps—but the way her tight little asshole winks open against my thigh betrays her lie.

My throat burns with the taste of her—bitter salt and musky sweetness—as I ghost my fingers up her trembling thigh to trace her swollen folds again. She jerks violently, her milk-heavy breasts swaying, her breath hitching when I press three fingers into her still-gaping cunt. Her scream dissolves into ragged sobs—her body arching—her thighs clamping around my wrist as her overworked pussy milks my fingers desperately. The stretch is obscene—her used hole struggling to take even this much—her swollen lips clinging obscenely as I curl upward, rubbing that spongy spot until she convulses.

"Stop—please—I can't" she whimpers, her fingers knotting in my hair, but her hips roll instinctively, fucking herself on my fingers in wet little jerks. Milk leaks from her dark nipples as she writhes—her swollen belly pressing into me—her cunt pulsing violently around my knuckles. I drag my free hand up her stomach, pinching her stiff nipple hard, her gasp turning into a broken moan as her body betrays her words. Her thighs shake uncontrollably—her clit throbbing visibly—her slickness flooding around my fingers in thick pulses as she grinds down harder.

She sobs when I finger fuck her faster her abused hole gaping obscenely, her swollen lips clinging to my fingers as I pump ruthlessly. Her words dissolve into incoherence, her body arcing violently, her milk-heavy breasts bouncing as c7nt squirts hot gushes across my forearm. The sounds are filthy—wet slaps, her juices dripping onto the couch—her teenaged cunt struggling to take the abuse even as she clenches rhythmically, milking my fingers like she's trying to suck them deeper.

"Fuck,its's too much—" she chokes out, her thighs clamping around my wrist in a futile attempt to stop me, but her hips roll instinctively, fucking herself on my hand with frantic little jerks. Her swollen belly presses into me, her nipples leaking milk in erratic spurts, her body betraying her words as her orgasm crests violently. I curl my fingers harder—rubbing her g-spot—her scream shattering into ragged gasps as her overstimulated pussy convulses around my knuckles.

Withdrawing my slick fingers, I drag her limp body upright—her milk-heavy tits swaying, i seal my mouth over one stiff nipple. The first pull makes her jerk violently—her gasp dissolving into a shattered moan—the hot rush of her titty milk flooding my tongue, rich and sweet. Her hands knot in my hair reflexively, her thighs trembling as I drink greedily, each swallow sending another violent shudder through her hypersensitive body. Her swollen belly presses against mine—her cunt dripping fresh juices between us—her teenage pussy clenching around nothing as I suckle harder.

Her milk streams down my chin when she arches—her tits swelling tighter—her orgasm cresting again just from this. The taste is primal, thick and creamy, her body reacting like she was made for it—her hips jerking erratically between pushing away and grinding closer. My free hand palms her other engorged breast, squeezing roughly—her scream high and broken—her nipple spraying an arc of milk across my cheek in erratic spurts. Her clit pulses visibly against my thigh—her swollen lips glistening—her teenage body wired to respond even when she’s wrung dry.

She claws at my shoulders-her thighs trembling-when I switch to her neglected tit, sealing my lips over the stiff peak and suckling hard enough to make her sob. Her milk floods my mouth faster now—hot and sweet—her hips bucking uncontrollably as her swollen belly presses flush between us. The sound she makes is pure desperation—her fingers twisting in my hair—her overstimulated pussy convulsing around nothing as my tongue flicks ruthlessly against her leaking nipple.

"Mmmmm, yes, suck on mommy's titties," she moans, her voice hoarse from screaming, as her hips jerk weakly against my thigh, leaving sticky trails of her arousal. Her milk floods my mouth in thick pulses, her nipple stiffening further as I swallow greedily, my fingers tracing slow circles around her swollen clit. She shudders violently, her thighs clamping around my wrist—her breath hitching—her body betraying how close she still is.

I suck harder, drawing deep pulls from her swollen breast, the rich, addictive flavor of her milk overflowing into my mouth as she arches , her beautiful teenage tits bouncing—her gasps turning ragged. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer, her hips rolling desperately against nothing as her overstimulated clit throbs under my touch. The taste is addictive, thick and creamy, and i cant get enough. Her teenage body responding instinctively, her milk flowing faster the more I drink, her orgasm cresting with every swallow.

Her thighs tremble violently—her swollen belly pressing against mine—her neglected nipple leaking in erratic spurts as she watches me devour her. Her moan breaks when I pinch the stiff peak of her other breast—her milk spraying wildly—her cunt clenching rhythmically around nothing as pleasure overwhelms her again. The sounds are filthy—wet suckling—her teenage body writhing beneath me, wired to respond even when she's pushed past exhaustion.

Her breathing turns ragged—her fingers limp in my hair—as her eyes flutter shut, her milk-heavy tits still leaking onto my chest. Even unconscious, her swollen spent cunt twitching weakly against my thigh—betraying her body's hunger. Each shallow breath makes her dark nipples stiffen further, beads of milk rolling down the curves of her engorged breasts, her cunt pressing warmly against my leg.

She murmurs incoherently in her sleep—her swollen belly rising sharply—her hips jerking in tiny, involuntary thrusts against my thigh. I know she’ll wake up hungry again before dawn and I can hardly wait for my next feeding.