makeyoumilky: The alarm begins to blare, but she no longer needs it to wake up. Instead the mounting
makeyoumilky: The alarm begins to blare, but she no longer needs it to wake up. Instead the mounting pressure of her breasts is enough to stir her to consciousness. This is her new schedule, starting her day with tits in need of being milked. Rolling over in bed and removing her top, she marvels at their firmness, their roundness, the way they sit high and proud on her chest. She still marvels at how much bigger they’ve become and how strangely satisfying their weight on her chest feels to her..As if on cue she feels a stirring in the man sleeping next to her. He too has been conditioned to now wake up without an alarm, to instead rise when it is time for his morning feeding. Wordlessly he flips over, his hands moving automatically towards an engorged breast while she waits, milk droplets already beginning to bead on her nipples in anticipation. He knows she is probably desperate to be emptied (she’s been producing more and more lately) but he deliberately lingers, his fingers starting lightly on her darkened nipple as he starts with the slightest of circular motions on her areola. Within moments she is hard and her breathing is ragged, coming in deep sighs and the rate of his ministrations increase. Soon his hands are massaging the whole breast, cupping and massaging as much of her as he can fit in his grasp as he begins to tug and pull just behind the nipple. She bucks a little as the first spurts of milk are drawn from her, the pleasurable sensation familiar and yet still somehow surprising to her. After a few more tugs he knows she is ready, and so suddenly he lowers his head to her breast and quickly engulfs her entire areola into his mouth. She moans softly, both from the relief of being emptied and from the stimulation at her erogenous zones. With her free hand she lovingly strokes his hair as he drains her breast with a slow, powerful suckling motion. After several blissful minutes where time seemingly stands still, she gently removes her now-soft tit from his mouth, her way of telling him to switch sides.He knows full well how aroused she becomes from being sucked on, and that her other breast is now even more desperately full, so he changes up his approach. Instead of slow and tender, he attacks her nipple in a frenzy, pulling as much nectar into his mouth as fast as he can. The increased sensitivity causes her to cry out and buck her hips violently, but he is familiar with her habits and shifts more of his weight onto her body in order to keep her in one spot. At the same time, he diverts a free hand through the waistband of her shorts, to the unsurprisingly wet pussy inside. Oh yes she cries as his fingers begin to stimulate her to the same rhythm as his sucking, every feminine part of her being worked together to bring her to completion. She is no longer caressing his hair, but is instead pressing his head deep into her tit, trying to get even closer to him as she feeds him. Sensing that she is close, he increases the speed of his fingers and his suckling even more, his muscles burning from the exertion while she grinds against his unconsciously.oh yes oh yes oh yes OH YES she cries and he feels a surge of milk shoot into his mouth as her entire body shudders violently. He knows what to do now, he lifts his head from her nipple and removes his fingers and simply holds on to her tightly as her climax takes off. A few moments later, once she has returned to her senses, she sits up and admires the difference in her breasts from just a few moments ago. Now they they are soft and a little smaller and sag just a bit under their own weight, and while she is certainly glad to no longer be achingly full she never quite feels as feminine or sexy as she does when they are at their milky maximum, blue veins pulsing brightly under her stretched skin. But even now she knows that are refilling and that in just a few shorts hours her breasts will be stretched to the same fullness, and maybe even just a little bit bigger, with milk. She feels her nipples twinge a little in anticipation of what her afternoon feeding would bring. -- source link