When a breast is confined in white silk,
Or else satin, or aught of that ilk,
It is bound to elicit
An urge for illicit
And rapturous suckling of milk.
Tag: lactation
Some mothers
At sixteen, he still sleeps with his Mummy,
Still sucks on her tits, which are yummy…
He’d sleep with aunt…
Mummy says though, he can’t…
While she’s sucking his dick like a dummy!
Poor cow
“All this shit from one stupid damn screw!
Baby vomit and piss, baby poo!
My nice tits turned to udders!”
She whimpers and shudders.
Oh fuck! Fucking hell! Fucking moo!”
Let down
He pressed into her big breasts and nuzzled;
Her milk flowed, he greedily guzzled.
“Bit odd!” she thought, bored,
But the fact he ignored
The best bits, down below, left her puzzled!
Madonna
Long loose labia, looping like frills,
Make him hard, make him sweat, give him chills;
Heavy, full, low-slung breasts,
Lolling languid on chests,
From which warm, nutty mother’s milk spills!