Even though she wasn’t lactating, the way I latched on and nursed her made it feel like I was trying to milk her dry, like her breasts were full and ready to give everything.
Her heavy tit filled my mouth completely, soft, creamy flesh spilling over my lips, nipple throbbing against my tongue as I sucked harder, moaning low into her skin. My saliva coated the entire areola, making it glisten wet and shiny, the pink bud darkening and swelling even more under the wet heat of my mouth.
Grace’s hand stayed in my hair, fingers threading gently through the strands, cradling my head like she was comforting , encouraging to take more. Her breathing had turned shallow and quick, chest rising and falling faster, pushing her breasts deeper into my face with every inhale.
"Ahhh... You are so rough... oh God..." Grace cried out from pleasure as I bit her nipple hard, teeth sinking firmly into the swollen pink bud and tugging outward slowly before releasing. Her whole body jolted, back arching, thighs trembling beneath my head, as the sharp sting shot straight through her core.
She had been celibate for thirty years, untouched by any man since she was young, and she probably never had soone in her life who had been this rough with her nipples. Her breasts had likely never been sucked like this, never worshipped so hungrily, never bitten and pulled until they throbbed red and sensitive.
The sensation was completely new to her, pain and pleasure twisting together in ways her disciplined mind had never allowed.
"Do you want to stop?" I asked, pulling back from her nipple just enough to tease her. I kept the heavy tit in my hand, fingers rolling the tender peak gently between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly to watch it stiffen even more under my touch. The soft pink bud was fully erect now, darkening, throbbing and glistening with my saliva.
"No... please... suck them more," Grace begged, guiding her breast back to my mouth with a trembling hand. Her voice cracked with need, composure slipping as she pressed the soft, creamy flesh against my lips again.
I latched on imdiately, sucking her nipple deep into my mouth, then biting down hard once more. Grace cried out again, sharp and needy, her free hand flying to the back of my head to hold there as pleasure overwheld her.
I had sent her disciples away earlier, but if they were still standing outside the door right now, they’d be masturbating themselves to oblivion hearing how their pure, enlightened priestess moaned from my rough mouth on her tits.
"Alex... you’re sucking my boobs like you’re my child... ahh... I never got married, so I never felt this sensation," Grace moaned, getting aroused in a completely different way.
Her nipples were incredibly sensitive after all those years of denying her body’s needs, every lick, every bite, every deep suck sending electric jolts straight between her legs. She had never known the feeling of a warm mouth nursing her, never experienced the intimate pull of being suckled, and now it was breaking her open in ways her ditation never could.
"Fuck..." I moaned into her nipple, the vibration making her gasp as the priestess started stroking my cock harder, her smooth hand gliding up and down the thick shaft with more urgency, like she wanted to make cum hard, to give the release she thought would free from lust.
"Alex... please call mommy while you suck my boobs," Grace begged, voice trembling as she finally lost herself to pleasure. She wanted to fulfill her own hidden fantasy, she had never had a child, never felt a baby’s warm mouth drinking from her, never experienced that deep, nurturing bond.
But now, with latched onto her tit, sucking like I was starving, she craved it deeply, craved being called mommy while I worshipped her neglected breasts with relentless hunger, her body finally awakening to the forbidden pleasure she had denied for decades.
Hearing her beg to call her Mommy, combined with her hand stroking faster, slick with my precum, made my dick leak even more. Thick beads of precum rolled down the head and coated her fingers as she pumped steadily, her grip tightening with every moan I made against her chest.
And it made even more aroused, the way she wanted to call her mommy while I sucked her boobs.
"It’s so tasty, mommy," I moaned into her tits as I latched greedily onto one nipple again. I sucked hard, lips sealed tight around the swollen pink bud, cheeks hollowing with every deep pull. My teeth grazed the sensitive flesh before I bit down firmly, controlled but sharp, making the nipple throb and darken even more under my mouth.
I coated the entire areola with my saliva, tongue swirling in slow, wet circles, then dragged long licks across the soft, massive flesh of her breast, leaving it shiny and slick. The heavy tit filled my mouth and hands completely, warm, creamy and yielding under my grip as I kneaded and lifted it higher so I could take more.
"Ahh... suck them harder baby," Grace moaned, voice cracking into sothing darker, needier. Hearing call her mommy while her boobs were sucked so roughly awakened sothing buried deep inside her, sothing primal, maternal, and filthy all at once.
Her moans turned lewd, unrestrained, low and throaty, almost animal, as her body betrayed thirty years of denial.
She was a thick, needy mommy, curves lush and fertile, breasts heavy and soft, hips wide enough to carry life, pussy warm and wet and waiting like it was made for breeding.
And I was going to shove my dick so deep into her warm, motherly pussy that my balls—already full and tight—would empty completely inside her. I’d cum so much she’d actually get pregnant with my child, her belly swelling, breasts filling with milk for real this ti.
I’d drink from them every night, latched on like a greedy son, calling her mommy while she moaned and leaked for .
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