I followed her encouragement and found my lips fastened to her right nipple. She said drink my hero you deserve a taste of sweet milk after your chor.... I sucked the nipple to the back of my throat and swallowed the milk that was offered. I drank and drank too much i thought as i felt my stomach getting full. She swapped me over and i tried to empty her other breast i failed as i burped and withdrew, the milk continued to flow in a double spray over her fat stomach and the bed. Finally the. As always, he immediately stood up and slid his fifty year old eight-inch black cock through the hole. As always, I dove on it, bringing him to a throbbing hard-on in less than twenty strokes. In another two hundred strokes I was causing him to slam his flabby thighs against the wall of the stall as he gasped and unloaded two weeks worth of cum into my mouth. It was obvious from the beginning that because of his age and ugliness this black janitor was not getting laid on a regular basis, and I. Not a story, more of a travel guide. Hopefully this will give you a better background to my Illakian stories. If you have any more questions or have noticed something I have not thought of, email me at [email protected], write your question in a review or write to me in the forums and I may put together a FAQ.Welcome to IllakiaIllakia (pronounced Ill-ache-ia) is an empire in another world. Whether this world is a parallel universe, another planet, the figment of someone’s. Hands on hips I stared myself down, unhappy with the overall effect, frustrated that I couldn't even seem to act in a manner that lived up to the promises the outfit portrayed. There was something missing, some quality that would make me own the boots instead of vice versa. Trying again, I accentuated my swagger with varying degrees of success before I hit upon the catwalk strut, slightly crossing my feet to parade along an imaginary beam. The effect was sensational and I swelled with pride. He.