Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series Read Online Free
Author: Simone Holloway
smiled. He took off his jacket and threw it across a table. Then he sat down in a chair and looked on expectantly.
Amy took off her trench coat, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. She approached Mr. King silently.
The top of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest hair. Amy ran her hand through it carefully, letting her fingers get lost in the dark mane. Then, she slid them down slowly. When she reached his crotch, she moved her hand over his thigh down between his legs, without touching his cock.
She bent over, smashing her breasts together as she ran her nails down his leg.
Mr. King watched her, an amused grin on his face.
Amy carefully positioned herself over him, her knees resting on the couch as she straddled him. If she sat down, his cock would meet perfectly with her vagina. She resisted the temptation. Business first, she thought.
She pulled off the left panel on the specially designed nursing bra.
Mr. King’s mouth opened. Amy teased him, keeping her breast above him, out of reach.
In her excitement, her breast began to lactate. A small drop ran from her nipple and down the curve of her soft flesh. It collected on the edge of her bra and dripped down into his hungry mouth. He licked his lips greedily.
Amy squeezed her nipple and a stream of milk shot out hitting Mr. King in the face. He laughed as he wiped his face and licked his fingers.
Tired of playing games, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on top of him.
Amy sat right on his cock. She squirmed rubbing against the hard bulge beneath her as Mr. King put his mouth on her breast.
When his lips made contact she gasped. He began sucking right away. The motion was more forceful this time. She felt a tingling sensation and a sharp pinch.
The pinching was uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time; it was an odd feeling Amy couldn’t quite quantify.
The tickle she felt in her breast spread quickly through her body. Amy arched her back and closed her eyes.
Mr. King indulged his unique palette wantonly. His soft lips formed a perfect cup around her nipple.
When he had finished on her left breast he licked and bit at her nipple playfully, sending Amy into a fit of giggles.
Amy removed her bra completely offering him another creamy white breast. Mr. King didn’t start to suck immediately. Instead, he unzipped his pants and ripped Amy’s underwear. He threw them to the side and sunk down into the chair. Then, he angled Amy over him, so he could fuck her and feed from her at the same time.
Amy sat down quickly, taking his cock deep inside her. She fucked him hard. Her large tits bounced freely with the motion.
Mr. King grabbed her hips steadying her. He controlled her movements. Settling on a fluid rhythm, he started fondling her breasts. He massaged them slowly then brought one down to his mouth.
Amy braced herself against the back of the chair and leaned over him so he could suck easily. Luckily, her breasts were large and she didn’t have to lean over too far.
Mr. King took her nipple into his mouth. This time he alternated between drinking and flicking his tongue playfully around her areola.
Amy tried to stifle her giggles as she rode on top of him. He fucked her slowly, in time with his sucking.
Amy groaned and ran her fingers through his hair. She pushed his face to her breast, smothering him.
“Do you like that?” she laughed.
His response was muffled between her ample breasts. Amy shook her chest, and laughed.
Mr. King began fucking her harder. He leaned back in his chair and watched her bounce on top of him.
Amy ran her nails down his neck scratching him. A memento for his girlfriend, she thought and smiled wickedly. She wished she could see the look on her face when she caught sight of the mark.
A deep satisfying groan escaped Amy’s mouth. She threw back her head and ran her fingers
Amy took off her trench coat, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. She approached Mr. King silently.
The top of his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest hair. Amy ran her hand through it carefully, letting her fingers get lost in the dark mane. Then, she slid them down slowly. When she reached his crotch, she moved her hand over his thigh down between his legs, without touching his cock.
She bent over, smashing her breasts together as she ran her nails down his leg.
Mr. King watched her, an amused grin on his face.
Amy carefully positioned herself over him, her knees resting on the couch as she straddled him. If she sat down, his cock would meet perfectly with her vagina. She resisted the temptation. Business first, she thought.
She pulled off the left panel on the specially designed nursing bra.
Mr. King’s mouth opened. Amy teased him, keeping her breast above him, out of reach.
In her excitement, her breast began to lactate. A small drop ran from her nipple and down the curve of her soft flesh. It collected on the edge of her bra and dripped down into his hungry mouth. He licked his lips greedily.
Amy squeezed her nipple and a stream of milk shot out hitting Mr. King in the face. He laughed as he wiped his face and licked his fingers.
Tired of playing games, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on top of him.
Amy sat right on his cock. She squirmed rubbing against the hard bulge beneath her as Mr. King put his mouth on her breast.
When his lips made contact she gasped. He began sucking right away. The motion was more forceful this time. She felt a tingling sensation and a sharp pinch.
The pinching was uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time; it was an odd feeling Amy couldn’t quite quantify.
The tickle she felt in her breast spread quickly through her body. Amy arched her back and closed her eyes.
Mr. King indulged his unique palette wantonly. His soft lips formed a perfect cup around her nipple.
When he had finished on her left breast he licked and bit at her nipple playfully, sending Amy into a fit of giggles.
Amy removed her bra completely offering him another creamy white breast. Mr. King didn’t start to suck immediately. Instead, he unzipped his pants and ripped Amy’s underwear. He threw them to the side and sunk down into the chair. Then, he angled Amy over him, so he could fuck her and feed from her at the same time.
Amy sat down quickly, taking his cock deep inside her. She fucked him hard. Her large tits bounced freely with the motion.
Mr. King grabbed her hips steadying her. He controlled her movements. Settling on a fluid rhythm, he started fondling her breasts. He massaged them slowly then brought one down to his mouth.
Amy braced herself against the back of the chair and leaned over him so he could suck easily. Luckily, her breasts were large and she didn’t have to lean over too far.
Mr. King took her nipple into his mouth. This time he alternated between drinking and flicking his tongue playfully around her areola.
Amy tried to stifle her giggles as she rode on top of him. He fucked her slowly, in time with his sucking.
Amy groaned and ran her fingers through his hair. She pushed his face to her breast, smothering him.
“Do you like that?” she laughed.
His response was muffled between her ample breasts. Amy shook her chest, and laughed.
Mr. King began fucking her harder. He leaned back in his chair and watched her bounce on top of him.
Amy ran her nails down his neck scratching him. A memento for his girlfriend, she thought and smiled wickedly. She wished she could see the look on her face when she caught sight of the mark.
A deep satisfying groan escaped Amy’s mouth. She threw back her head and ran her fingers
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