“It’s hard,” he panted between suckling her breasts.
“It certainly is,” she complimented him, fondling his balls and adjusting the angle of his c**k.
“No, not me. f*****g and sucking at the same time.”
“That’s why I want Sophie here with us.”
He shuddered as he thought about what she was proposing. It excited and frightened him at the same time so much so that he had to stop moving his hips so he wouldn’t c*m too soon. During his break in suckling from her, Marissa reached up and massaged her big breasts, squeezing them just enough to make the milk bubble up and then spill down the slope of her flesh.
After a few repetitions of this, she squeezed harder and sprayed the milk over Gil’s chest, letting it drip back down to her body. “You like that?” she asked.
“Seems wasteful.”
Marissa
