Daddy’s Hucow : Daddy’s Milk 1

My large breasts started leaking milk right out of the blue and I had no idea what to do about it.  Concerned I decide to speak to my Daddy about it and quickly discover he’s very excitable about this kind of thing.  In no time at all my fears are allayed and Daddy’s gulping down my ambrosia and absolutely loving it.  So am I!  And when he takes things a little bit further it drives me crazy!  Read about our milking adventures inside.

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His hands moved to my jogging pants and soon they were around my ankles, revealing my thin, black thong that was now the only thing between Daddy’s fingers and my wet cunt.

He slipped his hands between my legs now as he continued to suck on my breasts and my body tensed, feeling his fingers smooth along the loose, sensitive flesh of my pussy, housed just beneath my thin cotton panties.

“Wet already?” Daddy cooed, feeling how damp I was through the fabric.

“I want you,” I confessed, running a hand through his black-grey hair.

He came off my breast and put his face close to mine, breathing heavily as he rubbed my pussy and my hand slowly rose up his cock.

“I want you too,” he said.

Our lips touched and I tasted the sweet warmth of my milk on his tongue, driving myself in to him with an intense passion that I didn’t know I felt.

“Over here,” Daddy motioned, gently guiding me towards the sink.

I could see him behind me in the mirror as I approached, looking down my bare back and over my firm ass as he surveyed his target.

I curved my back inwards, pushing my butt out to him invitingly and watching in the mirror as he bit his lip.  It was hot to see how much I turned him on.

Daddy bent down and peeled my panties over my ass, removing them slowly as though to tease himself as he watched closely.

He gasped a little as my tight asshole was bared and even more so when he saw my sticky honey-pot, dripping and waiting to be pleased.

Daddy licked a tongue at it and I sucked in a deep breath, gripping the sink tight and closing my eyes.

He came in close behind me now, pressing his cock over my pussy and rubbing it along the wet groove.

As our forbidden flesh touched I knew there was no turning back and that we’d broken one of the biggest taboos in existence.  But I didn’t care.

What I felt for Daddy in that moment I couldn’t quite explain and as his cock stretched my pussy wide the whole thing felt so right.

He drove it in to me, inch by inch and he was so turned on I could feel each and every ridge of his hard-cock, right down to the fat veins that pumped up its length.

When he’d slotted himself home he kissed my neck.  “Your pussy feels so tight,” he whispered in to my ear and his hot breath tickled me.

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