drinking milk

“Oh, my god, I need to be fucked!” the orgasming bride moaned. “I need you both in me!” I ripped my lips from her asshole, moaning, “I got her backdoor ready for you, Kurt!” “Thanks,” he said then grinned at me, lips smeared in his wife's pussy juices. “Just like old times.” “Like Janice,” I said, shivering and remembering the night I became a futanari. How Kurt and I shared his step-sister, the only time he ever fucked her. I was fairly certain he tried to continue a relationship with her, but she had turned instead to Kurt's mother. My transformation really messed him up, and I breastfeeding was so caught up in myself I really didn't pay as much attention as I should. I didn't know he was so lost and... But he had Rosemary now. She saved him. She loved him the way I couldn't.I was so glad he found Rosemary. I grinned at her. “I'm going to pound your newlywed pussy so hard. I've never fucked a bride on her wedding night.” “Really?” she asked, trembling. “I'm your first bride?” “Yep!” I threw myself down on my side next to her, my tits heaving together. My cock aimed right at her. She rolled over to face me, scooting close, my cock nuzzling between her thighs while our tits came together. “My first naughty, sultry bride.” “Lucky me,” she purred then groaned as Kurt pressed up to her from behind. She turned her head, her blonde hair and wedding veil rustling. They kissed as I pressed my cock into her pussy. I shuddered, witnessing their love, my nipples throbbing against hers, my futa-dick lactating nuzzling at her newlywed cunt. Shuddering, I thrust into her silky depths. It took him a while but he finally came downstairs in shorts and a t-shirt. Veronica was on her knees holding the girl lactating down by the shoulders. For sisters, these two really seemed to hate each other. She stood naked, looking at herself posing this way and that. "He'll be here at three," said Mitch, "I want to brief you guys before he gets here." Once again, I lost my voice and could only nod. “Fuck the little painted slut!” i breastfeeding felt really lonely around him is all, and now i feel like a bitch because i’m the one who shut him down and i still feel lonely and yeah. In my new residence, I in now a somewhat higher station in life and the main driver of the manor’s vehicles and a part time butler, resumed a manner very superior to that in my previous service to the Lord. When he put his hand around it and started stroking, I couldn’t resist putting my hand between my legs and working myself up again. How bad could it be? “Oh, I’m sorry,” I offered. He held both of her wrists tightly together behind her back in one fist. I pulled out a black satin pair of boy shorts with lace trim and imagined her perfect perky buttocks peeking out of the bottom.