Lactation Milking (1): Drinking From His Friend’s Wife‪!‬

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Eddie loves his wife, Leah... But his feelings are conflicted about her wild best friend, Sara. Eddie has always felt Sara is a bad influence on his wife...but no one could deny how hot she is. And what makes it worse, she's just had a baby. That means Eddie's attention is fixated on her ample, heavy breasts. When the beautiful MILF's breast pump breaks...Eddie 'accidentally' walks in on her. With his wife chatting with neighbors, Eddie offers to milk her best friend's fullness. She nervously agrees, but never imagined she'd enjoy it so much. And as one thing leads to another...will they finish their juicy romp before Leah returns to the house?

Join us in this wild, fast-paced ride of insatiably erotic lactation. You will not be left disappointed...

STORY EXCERPT:

Just as Eddie was beginning to reply to his long list of email inquiries, he heard footsteps ascending the stairs. Gingerly, Leah pushed open the door to his office.
‘The Thompson family at number seventy want me to have a quick look at their Chrysanthemums,’ she whispered, ‘…and Sara's pumping milk in our bedroom. Okay?’
‘No problem,’ he nodded, sipping his coffee while the thought of Sara's jugs sent the blood rushing to his groin.

Ten minutes later and just two emails down, Eddie could hear his wife out in the garden talking to their neighbors. The chatter was only dulled by a soft whirring noise from his bedroom, quickly followed by Sara's familiar torrent of curse words. Smiling and shaking his head, Eddie got to his feet, walking quietly to the door of his study, wondering what the etiquette was when dealing with ‘new mothers’. Especially ‘new mothers’ who were as angry and all out batshit crazy as Sara appeared to be.

On the landing, genuinely nervous, Eddie sucked in a deep breath he crept closer to his bedroom door. He leaned his ear against the door, listening to the constant stream of muttered curses and profanity erupting from Sara's mouth.
‘Fucking stupid thing,’ she grunted to the sound of plastic slapping together, ‘I'm going to fucking kill him, good for nothing stupid fucking dick bag.’
The floorboard under Eddie's feet creaked. As he tripped forwards, the bedroom door swung open. Eddie’s eyes grew wide as he saw Sara sitting on the edge of his bed, her t-shirt lifted and the cups of her bra twisted down as she fumbled with her pump.
She looked up and stared back...