Daddy Sucked My Tits : Daddy’s Cream 2

Daddy and I are alone in the house while Mom’s at work and that’s is not a good recipe.  I’ve had the hots for him for a while and when we cross paths as I’m leaving the shower and he’s about to enter it—well I had to take my chance.

With us both in our towels the hard work’s already done, so all it takes is a little slip for me to bare my full tits to him.  Soon Daddy’s got his mouth on them and he’s sucking them empty.  Read about our creamy suck and fuck inside.

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“Enjoying yourself?” I asked, staring down at him latched on my tit.

Daddy broke from me and looked upwards and it was then that I noticed the film of milk on his handsome lips.

“Just like your mother,” he smiled.

“What’s happening?”

“You’re full of milk, honey” he said, putting his mouth back over my tits and sucking.

“Milk?! What do you mean?”  I asked, aghast.

“I guess it runs in the family.”

I couldn’t deny how amazing it felt each time Daddy sucked my nectar from me, but I also couldn’t get over how bizarre this whole thing was.

“My tits are just leaking milk?”

“Damn right, they are,” Daddy laughed, swallowing another hearty mouthful.

“Is—is that a problem?”

“Not in the least,” Daddy said, letting some of my ambrosia spill down his chin and on to his muscled chest.  “I love it.”

Now the whole thing had turned naughtier still, but to have come so far and stop now didn’t seem right.

“Are you sure this is normal?” I asked, slowly coming round to the idea.

“Absolutely,” Daddy said again, keen to get at each drop that my nipples allowed him.

“I’ve gotta admit, it does feel good,” I said, closing my eyes once-more as he took another gulp from my teat.

“There you go,” Daddy encouraged, latching on once more and sucking in another huge mouthful from my breast.

I brushed a hand through his hair and cradled him to my bosom now, letting him suckle from me and using my other hand to tease at my pussy as the sense of euphoric pleasure grew inside me.

I moved to the floor now, unable to stand due to the quiver in my legs and Daddy’s mouth stayed latched on as he lowered himself with me.

My legs were split and Daddy was crouched over me, suckling like a newborn and jerking that huge cock of his as he did so.

As I watched him I couldn’t help but yearn for the same kind of pleasure and my hand quickly moved to my pussy and started playing around it, splaying my juices all about my sex as we both lost ourselves in the taboo bout of milking.

I closed my eyes and worked my fingers around my swelling pussy, returning to my honey-pot for its juices that I’d use to massage my clit.

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