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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Lily whispered, pushing her face deeper into the pillows.
Her arms shook. She was holding herself up over Sophie, trying not to collapse in a trembling heap. Sophie's hands were buried in Lily's cunt and her mouth fastened on her nipple. At first Sophie had taken her time, nibbling and taking small sips from Lily's breast, while she worked Lily's pussy.
But now she was suckling Lily with strong, greedy draws, drawing milk out with every pull, curling her tongue around the distended nipple. Her fingers were sticky with Lily's arousal; every now and then she passed her thumb over Lily's swollen clit, making the girl stiffen and buck for more pressure than the glancing touch. But Sophie mostly screwed her fingers inside Lily's hot, slick channel, which kept clenching and flooding her hand with moisture. Her fingers made slick, sucking sounds as she pumped them inside Lily.
Sophie turned her face to nuzzle the valley between Lily's pendulous breasts, kissing her way across that rosy flesh to find the other, neglected nipple. Her mouth latched onto the prominent peak and began to feed.
Nourishing herself on Lily's milk-filled breasts made Sophie shiver with pleasure. The girl kept asking when she would be allowed to stop lactating—it was so inconvenient and painful, she said—and Sophie kept telling her, just a while longer. Another two weeks. Just through the end of the month. Maybe after Christmas.
But Sophie loved seeing Lily leak through her thin, tight tops, the dark wet circles that formed. She loved Lily's increased size, the way her tits wobbled and jiggled. Maybe a sturdier bra would help with that, but Sophie didn't like to see those gorgeous beauties strapped up tight; she preferred Lily to go without any support or constriction at all.
She loved Lily's embarrassment about it all. The lewd projection of her milk-heavy tits through her slutty clothes, the spotting and leaking, the having to ask Sophie to milk her, because she didn't have permission to do so herself.
Sometimes Sophie helped Lily tie up her breasts really tight. When the rope encircled each globe tightly, the squeeze forced Lily's tits into inflated dimensions and made them a hundred times more sensitive. She was like a blow-up sex doll like that, her tits bulging like two round melons, the lengthened, erect nipples sticking out.
Lily wanted to stop lactating in preparation for going back to work after her extended maternity leave. But Sophie had no intention of letting her do that - either thing. No, Lily was to be a full-time stay at home slave now. James, Lily's husband and Sophie's lover, had agreed. Between his and Sophie's high powered careers, they didn't Lily's negligible income. It had always been like pocket money anyway, her paychecks deposited into the joint account she shared with James, doled out in weekly allowances to her when she needed some spending money.
There was no need for any of that. No need for Lily to pretend she was an independent adult with her own job, instead of what she really was: a subjugated milk slave to her husband and his mistress.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Lily whispered, pushing her face deeper into the pillows.
Her arms shook. She was holding herself up over Sophie, trying not to collapse in a trembling heap. Sophie's hands were buried in Lily's cunt and her mouth fastened on her nipple. At first Sophie had taken her time, nibbling and taking small sips from Lily's breast, while she worked Lily's pussy.
But now she was suckling Lily with strong, greedy draws, drawing milk out with every pull, curling her tongue around the distended nipple. Her fingers were sticky with Lily's arousal; every now and then she passed her thumb over Lily's swollen clit, making the girl stiffen and buck for more pressure than the glancing touch. But Sophie mostly screwed her fingers inside Lily's hot, slick channel, which kept clenching and flooding her hand with moisture. Her fingers made slick, sucking sounds as she pumped them inside Lily.
Sophie turned her face to nuzzle the valley between Lily's pendulous breasts, kissing her way across that rosy flesh to find the other, neglected nipple. Her mouth latched onto the prominent peak and began to feed.
Nourishing herself on Lily's milk-filled breasts made Sophie shiver with pleasure. The girl kept asking when she would be allowed to stop lactating—it was so inconvenient and painful, she said—and Sophie kept telling her, just a while longer. Another two weeks. Just through the end of the month. Maybe after Christmas.
But Sophie loved seeing Lily leak through her thin, tight tops, the dark wet circles that formed. She loved Lily's increased size, the way her tits wobbled and jiggled. Maybe a sturdier bra would help with that, but Sophie didn't like to see those gorgeous beauties strapped up tight; she preferred Lily to go without any support or constriction at all.
She loved Lily's embarrassment about it all. The lewd projection of her milk-heavy tits through her slutty clothes, the spotting and leaking, the having to ask Sophie to milk her, because she didn't have permission to do so herself.
Sometimes Sophie helped Lily tie up her breasts really tight. When the rope encircled each globe tightly, the squeeze forced Lily's tits into inflated dimensions and made them a hundred times more sensitive. She was like a blow-up sex doll like that, her tits bulging like two round melons, the lengthened, erect nipples sticking out.
Lily wanted to stop lactating in preparation for going back to work after her extended maternity leave. But Sophie had no intention of letting her do that - either thing. No, Lily was to be a full-time stay at home slave now. James, Lily's husband and Sophie's lover, had agreed. Between his and Sophie's high powered careers, they didn't Lily's negligible income. It had always been like pocket money anyway, her paychecks deposited into the joint account she shared with James, doled out in weekly allowances to her when she needed some spending money.
There was no need for any of that. No need for Lily to pretend she was an independent adult with her own job, instead of what she really was: a subjugated milk slave to her husband and his mistress.