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Jade Bleu
The Billionaires' Wet Nurse (hucow, lactation fetish,multiple partners)
The Billionaires' Wet Nurse (hucow, lactation fetish,multiple partners)
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Becca's a private wet nurse for a billionaire who has wildly eccentric "nutritional" demands. Her sexy boss has kept things all business--and she's over it. She decides to turn the heat up on her creamy offerings and seduce him. When she succeeds, he gives her a raise and offers her a position under his brother as well.
"I bent over the goblet, my engorged tits massive and dripping, and took one in both hands. In an expert, practiced motion, I rubbed down toward the areola, pinching and rolling my long nipple between my fingers, and watched as multiple streams of milk hit his goblet with a pleasant ring. Normally it took numerous long, deliberate pulls, like a farmer yanking a cow teat, to stimulate the milk to let down and shoot out. Today, the thought of what I was about to do, combined with the sensual feel of my fingers teasing my nipples, filled my body with need. Hormones did the rest. I felt the strong tingle, the tightening sensation in my tits that warned the floodgates were about to open.
Then I turned around.
"What in the hell?" was all he got out.
Mr. Montgomery sat there in shock, frozen with his eyes wide as milk squirted like tiny jets from a showerhead, covering his face and a suit that was probably worth a month's salary. I held one breast straight at his mouth, took him by the back of the head, and tugged him forward. He latched on like a champ, and after a quick cough when the sheer force of my milk stream caught him off guard, he grabbed me by the hips and flicked his tongue over my nipple."
"I bent over the goblet, my engorged tits massive and dripping, and took one in both hands. In an expert, practiced motion, I rubbed down toward the areola, pinching and rolling my long nipple between my fingers, and watched as multiple streams of milk hit his goblet with a pleasant ring. Normally it took numerous long, deliberate pulls, like a farmer yanking a cow teat, to stimulate the milk to let down and shoot out. Today, the thought of what I was about to do, combined with the sensual feel of my fingers teasing my nipples, filled my body with need. Hormones did the rest. I felt the strong tingle, the tightening sensation in my tits that warned the floodgates were about to open.
Then I turned around.
"What in the hell?" was all he got out.
Mr. Montgomery sat there in shock, frozen with his eyes wide as milk squirted like tiny jets from a showerhead, covering his face and a suit that was probably worth a month's salary. I held one breast straight at his mouth, took him by the back of the head, and tugged him forward. He latched on like a champ, and after a quick cough when the sheer force of my milk stream caught him off guard, he grabbed me by the hips and flicked his tongue over my nipple."
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