I hadn't finished eating when he surprised me with kisses along my neck, some soft, others trailing his teeth. I started to get aroused, even more so when he pulled down his pants and I saw that juicy, tempting cock. He eagerly pulled down my pants and lace panties and pushed me onto the couch, where I sat in front of that cock, which he thrust into my mouth.

I felt it glide hard along the folds of my palate. He pulled it out so I could suck it properly. I circled it with my tongue and generated saliva I'd never managed before, thick and whitish, similar to semen. I spat it out, letting it fall over his glans and rubbing the tip of my tongue along his frenulum. I squeezed his balls tightly while I sucked him off, knowing that my precious milk was accumulating there.

Then he pinned me to the arm of the couch, licked and spat on my pussy, slapped me, and began thrusting into me as many times as he wanted. My level of arousal was such that my moans must have deafened anyone listening.

Then I got on my knees in front of him, begging—or rather, demanding—my milk, while I cupped my perfect tits and pinched my nipples. Finally, that delicious, hot milk flowed over my lips and tits. I savored some of it in my mouth with my fingers, sucking it from my nipples, and spread the rest over those same areas, thus satisfying this milk-loving babe.