Then kiss your mound through the soaked lace. I can taste your nectar; I want it. I want to eat you so bad. So I slide my tongue under the lace, and t...en grip it in my teeth. Looking up into your beautiful eyes, I pull your moist lace knickers down until I get to your knees. Then take them off by hand. “Fuck that looks delicious, do I eat her now? No kiss her, make her wait a little more. Make her enjoy the lead up to having her sweet pink pussy eaten.” I think to myself.I once again kiss your. True, it was like little orgasm’s apparently. She rocked and bucked just like the real thing and produced some more milk. The harder I sucked the more she cum”“Fuck off’ Shouted someone, “you’re bullshitting us”“I am not I tell you. Apparently she never really stopped producing milk after dropping her k**s, some women don’t. and she found out years ago when she was still with her old man that if he sucked hard she’d produce milk and the feeling was the same as an orgasm. That’s why her. Such a refreshing connection, a real woman with a real and a delicous play partner. I lowered the lights, and cuddled up close. We talked, favorite food and songs and places to go. Lacy was into jazz and blues and loved concerts. She wasn’t a shopping diva just clothes that did something, sexy was a big thing not dollar signs. There hints about what makes each other tick. Granted they shared sexual tease, and curled up nude and hands caress casaully, touching more than the skin, something. I looked down to see his trousers were undone and his thick, rock hard cock was out, I reached down and slowly wanked him off rolling his foreskin back and forward over his bulging helmet causing precum to leak from the tip. He pulled me forward and with one quick trust he pushed his length into me. He began to fuck me hard and fast biting my nipples and grabbing my ass as he did, he moaned as he shot what felt like a gallon of spunk into my pussy. As soon as he had came I was being pulled off.