Daddy’s Morning Milk : Daddy’s Cream 3

When you wake up with a wet chest you start to question exactly what’s happening.  When I realize I’ve been leaking milk in my sleep I quickly go to the only person who’s home: Daddy.

Daddy’s reaction isn’t what I’d hoped and it turns out he’s been secretly priming me for this exact moment.  Now that it’s here he can’t contain himself.  Read how he sucks milk from my bountiful tits in sinful fashion.  I never knew you could use milk as a lube!

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I held my breast from below and softly squeezed it, closing my eyes and letting out a deep sigh as soon as I felt the surge of milk through my nipple.

“There you go,” he said, gasping as the milk squirted against my t-shirt.  “Now how about we take that off.”

I loosed my grip and opened my eyes to look at him.  He was deadly serious.

“Daddy?” I asked, confused beyond measure.

“Take off your t-shirt and come and sit with me on the bed,” he offered.  “I’ve got a lot to show you.”

Daddy walked over to the mattress and sat on it, turning back to me.  I stood frozen there for the moment, trying to process the thousands of thoughts that quickly swam through my mind.

“Come on,” he said, patting the bed beside him.  “You’ll enjoy it.”

Daddy was right the last time he said that, but I was still kind of nervous as I walked towards him.  I approached gingerly and sat beside him carefully.

“Here,” he said and grabbed at the bottom of my t-shirt.  I gripped it too and held it in place.

“It’s okay,” he said and when my eyes locked on his I got the impression he was right.  As I held his gaze I relaxed my grip and he started to pull the t-shirt up my wet body.

He dragged it up and over my big tits that fell out from under the damp fabric, wet, glistening and on display for him.

“Amazing,” he said and I helped him pull the t-shirt over my head.  He tossed it to the floor and leant back to get a good look down my body.

Daddy was only wearing his boxer-shorts and beneath them I could see something beginning to stir.

“What do we do?” I asked, staring down at my big tits.

Without saying a word Daddy lifted my breast to his face and sucked my nipple into his mouth.  I felt a quick surge of milk escape me and this heady feeling of bliss radiate through me.

“Da—” I said, beginning to protest but unable to find the words.

He swallowed and leant back, smiling as his eyes returned to mine.

“If I explained myself you’d never believe me,” he said.  “I had to show you.”

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