As the junk spans on for miles in this cramped warehouse of a store, a sudden tingle on the back of Stephen’s neck had him spin around. Meg stayed on top of her son for a while and then kissed his cheek before falling asleep herself. Killer double D’s that leaning over even a bit let the tops of larger areolas peek out. The exhilaration causing him to keep himself hard for a long time even after falling asleep. “Oh baby, would you like some of my wholesome milk”, Meg asked as if it was expected. He watched his cock disappear beyond her green lips and was hardly aware of the skin-tight mask she wore. That did not stop the overflow of burst of milk where the pierced tips start to drip. “To the bedroom my knight”, and as Stephen looks down it appeared, he was dressed as a white knight clad in armor. With his own big gulps, the liquid started to fill his belly. As her son pushes in and out of her, it was a constant wave of pleasure building up over and over, driving her even more crazy.
