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Edited piece of the great Shonuff44’s interpretation of everyone’s favorite Bonbon cousin.
NSFW TO FOLLOW.
Milky Way was drunk again.
Well, to be fair, Milky Way didn’t tend to drink all that much to start with, some cream liqueur here and there. But maybe that was the problem. She drank so little that any time she had a few she turned into…this.
“Hey…hey…want some milk?”
Her normally light Trottingham accent was turned into a slurry mess as her face practically glowed red in the moonlight. To be sure, Milky was always beaming, always happy. But now she was happy about something else.
Her emerald eyes, dulled by the liquor, stared down at your open bathrobe. She must have noticed you couldn’t turn your gaze away from her gigantic breasts, how the front of her thin denim shirt was soaked with milk and close to bursting. She smiled as she notices your manhood was about the same.
You stared down and immediately closed your robe. Sure, you and Milky Way have gone back a long ways. Sure, you defended her from bullies when puberty hit her like a freight train. Sure, she always stopped by your house and offered you a free bottle of milk from her dad’s truck because your family could never afford one. Sure, she was sweet and cute and funny, and always stopped by just to talk about whatever.
And ok, you masturbated thinking about her. Every night. And in one shameful case you actually got up the nerve to jerk off in her coffee before covering it up with cream and sugar, just to imagine her drinking your cum for real…only to find out one day that every time you bought two milk bottles from her, one of them was full of her breast milk.
You imagined her milking herself for tonight’s bottles that she held, and immediately a droplet of precum slipped out of the tip of your shaft. Milky reached up a hand to start massaging her left breast, and the front of her shirt was immediately soaked in her own milk.
Milky smiled. “I want some of your coffee creamer.” You visibly blushed as she knelt down in front of you.
And people say milk isn’t good for you.
NSFW TO FOLLOW.
Milky Way was drunk again.
Well, to be fair, Milky Way didn’t tend to drink all that much to start with, some cream liqueur here and there. But maybe that was the problem. She drank so little that any time she had a few she turned into…this.
“Hey…hey…want some milk?”
Her normally light Trottingham accent was turned into a slurry mess as her face practically glowed red in the moonlight. To be sure, Milky was always beaming, always happy. But now she was happy about something else.
Her emerald eyes, dulled by the liquor, stared down at your open bathrobe. She must have noticed you couldn’t turn your gaze away from her gigantic breasts, how the front of her thin denim shirt was soaked with milk and close to bursting. She smiled as she notices your manhood was about the same.
You stared down and immediately closed your robe. Sure, you and Milky Way have gone back a long ways. Sure, you defended her from bullies when puberty hit her like a freight train. Sure, she always stopped by your house and offered you a free bottle of milk from her dad’s truck because your family could never afford one. Sure, she was sweet and cute and funny, and always stopped by just to talk about whatever.
And ok, you masturbated thinking about her. Every night. And in one shameful case you actually got up the nerve to jerk off in her coffee before covering it up with cream and sugar, just to imagine her drinking your cum for real…only to find out one day that every time you bought two milk bottles from her, one of them was full of her breast milk.
You imagined her milking herself for tonight’s bottles that she held, and immediately a droplet of precum slipped out of the tip of your shaft. Milky reached up a hand to start massaging her left breast, and the front of her shirt was immediately soaked in her own milk.
Milky smiled. “I want some of your coffee creamer.” You visibly blushed as she knelt down in front of you.
And people say milk isn’t good for you.
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