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Tatiana Woodrow
Being Camille's Baby: Forbidden Lesbian Love Story ABDL Age Play Adult Nursing Diaper Fetish
Being Camille's Baby: Forbidden Lesbian Love Story ABDL Age Play Adult Nursing Diaper Fetish
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Aspiring young actress Gretchen is having a hot, steamy affair with screen goddess Camille Sinclair, but they must keep their romance a secret at all costs. If word got out that the movie star was into such off-the-wall kinks, her public image would be destroyed, not to mention her marriage.
In a cabin nestled deep in the woods, these two actresses live out their deepest, most delicious fantasies in the roles they were born to play.
EXCERPT':
"What a beautiful girl you are, my love," Camille said softly, taking both of my hands and gazing at me with such affection, I felt like I was glowing under her praise.
"No, Mommy. It's you that's beautiful," I said.
"Well, aren't you sweet..."
She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. And then another, more lingering kiss. And another. My heart was beating against my ribcage so fiercely that I could barely contain myself.
Camille drew back slowly away from me, looking at me with such affection in her eyes.
"Would you like Mommy to tell you a story?" she asked.
"Yay!" I clapped my hands together and bounced up and down.
She laughed. Circling her arms around me, she lifted me up and carried me across the room to the big, solid rocking chair next to the bay window overlooking the forest. Without even missing a beat, she sat down, arranged me comfortably across her lap with my head in the crook of her arm, and she started gently rocking us back and forth.
"Once upon a time there was a little orphan girl who lived on a snowy mountain..."
As much as I wanted to rip Camille's clothes off and start going at it, I truly did cherish our story time. The tales she spun for me were always original ideas that manifested as she told them. And they often had whispers of the period films she starred in. I kept meaning to mention it to her that I thought she should write these stories down, turn them into screenplays, but I definitely didn't want to break character and suggest such a thing when I was playing the part of her baby girl.
And so I lay there in her arms, enthralled, listening to the tale of the little orphan girl who ultimately found salvation in the arms of a handsome prince. Of course.
After the little orphan girl got her happy ending, Camille reached down to run her sublimely soft fingertips across the angles of my face. Her smile was so gentle, so genuine. It really was a challenge not to bolt upright, pull her to me and kiss her hard on the lips. But I knew what was coming next, so I waited patiently for her to move things along, my mouth salivating with the knowledge of what was to come.
Luckily I didn't have to wait long. After one final stroke along my cheekbone, Camille started unbuttoning her top. She unhooked the flap covering the cup of her nursing bra to reveal one of the two most gorgeous tits I'd ever seen. Her rosy red nipple beckoned to me, and that little bud at the end was begging me to devour it. I licked my lips in anticipation.
"Come here, honey," she said in a barely audible murmur.
In a cabin nestled deep in the woods, these two actresses live out their deepest, most delicious fantasies in the roles they were born to play.
EXCERPT':
"What a beautiful girl you are, my love," Camille said softly, taking both of my hands and gazing at me with such affection, I felt like I was glowing under her praise.
"No, Mommy. It's you that's beautiful," I said.
"Well, aren't you sweet..."
She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. And then another, more lingering kiss. And another. My heart was beating against my ribcage so fiercely that I could barely contain myself.
Camille drew back slowly away from me, looking at me with such affection in her eyes.
"Would you like Mommy to tell you a story?" she asked.
"Yay!" I clapped my hands together and bounced up and down.
She laughed. Circling her arms around me, she lifted me up and carried me across the room to the big, solid rocking chair next to the bay window overlooking the forest. Without even missing a beat, she sat down, arranged me comfortably across her lap with my head in the crook of her arm, and she started gently rocking us back and forth.
"Once upon a time there was a little orphan girl who lived on a snowy mountain..."
As much as I wanted to rip Camille's clothes off and start going at it, I truly did cherish our story time. The tales she spun for me were always original ideas that manifested as she told them. And they often had whispers of the period films she starred in. I kept meaning to mention it to her that I thought she should write these stories down, turn them into screenplays, but I definitely didn't want to break character and suggest such a thing when I was playing the part of her baby girl.
And so I lay there in her arms, enthralled, listening to the tale of the little orphan girl who ultimately found salvation in the arms of a handsome prince. Of course.
After the little orphan girl got her happy ending, Camille reached down to run her sublimely soft fingertips across the angles of my face. Her smile was so gentle, so genuine. It really was a challenge not to bolt upright, pull her to me and kiss her hard on the lips. But I knew what was coming next, so I waited patiently for her to move things along, my mouth salivating with the knowledge of what was to come.
Luckily I didn't have to wait long. After one final stroke along my cheekbone, Camille started unbuttoning her top. She unhooked the flap covering the cup of her nursing bra to reveal one of the two most gorgeous tits I'd ever seen. Her rosy red nipple beckoned to me, and that little bud at the end was begging me to devour it. I licked my lips in anticipation.
"Come here, honey," she said in a barely audible murmur.
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