by Amber Burns
Already at her chest, Dave licked his lips, eager to sample more of Nina’s cream. He placed a hand under one of her tits, brining the hard pink bud up to his lips. His mouth watered as the nipple entered and his lips closed around Nina’s pink flesh. Dave’s tongue swirled around, lapping up the sweet remnants from the single drop he tasted earlier. The taste was intoxicating, he had to have more. Dave latched on, sucking on Nina, hoping for more of her nourishing milk. The ferocity of the man at her breast was maddening to Nina. She bucked her hips wildly, teetering on the verge of orgasm when she felt a warm liquid flow. But it wasn’t cum erupting from Dave’s prick. It was coming from her own breast and flowing steadily into Dave’s mouth.