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Lena pushes open the bedroom door in nothing but a silk slip. Her nipples already ache. Mark sits on the edge of the mattress, watching her like a man who’s been starved. She walks straight to him, cups her heavy breast and guides it to his mouth. He sucks greedily, teeth scraping her swollen peak, and her knees give for a second. Two hours ago he begged her to try this. Now the clock feels like a threat. She glances at the nightstand timer. One hour fifty-three left. Her milk lets down in a warm rush and he groans, throat working, hands sliding up to squeeze more out. Every pull shoots straight between her legs. She didn’t expect that. Didn’t expect the wet heat pooling so fast she has to press her thighs together. Mark’s cock tents his boxers. She reaches down, wraps her fingers around the thick length, strokes him in time with his hungry swallows. He bites a little harder. She hisses, but doesn’t pull away. Instead she climbs onto his lap, straddles him, and rubs her soaked panties along his shaft while he keeps drinking. When he switches to the other breast she whimpers. The first is red, glistening, still leaking in thin white trails down her belly. She shoves two fingers inside herself, rides them while Mark’s tongue flicks and pulls. The wet sounds fill the room. Every suck makes her clench around her own hand. Mark’s breathing turns ragged. He’s close. So is she. She grinds harder, tits swinging, milk dripping onto his chest. The timer beeps. They both ignore it. Lena comes first—sharp, sudden—crying out as her pussy pulses around her fingers and fresh milk sprays across Mark’s lips. He follows with a choked moan, cock jerking in her fist, hot ropes streaking her thigh. She looks down at him, flushed, panting. Two hours never felt so short. She already wants more.
Lena pushes open the bedroom door in nothing but a silk slip. Her nipples already ache. Mark sits on the edge of the mattress, watching her like a man who’s been starved. She walks straight to him, cups her heavy breast and guides it to his mouth. He sucks greedily, teeth scraping her swollen peak, and her knees give for a second. Two hours ago he begged her to try this. Now the clock feels like a threat. She glances at the nightstand timer. One hour fifty-three left. Her milk lets down in a warm rush and he groans, throat working, hands sliding up to squeeze more out. Every pull shoots straight between her legs. She didn’t expect that. Didn’t expect the wet heat pooling so fast she has to press her thighs together. Mark’s cock tents his boxers. She reaches down, wraps her fingers around the thick length, strokes him in time with his hungry swallows. He bites a little harder. She hisses, but doesn’t pull away. Instead she climbs onto his lap, straddles him, and rubs her soaked panties along his shaft while he keeps drinking. When he switches to the other breast she whimpers. The first is red, glistening, still leaking in thin white trails down her belly. She shoves two fingers inside herself, rides them while Mark’s tongue flicks and pulls. The wet sounds fill the room. Every suck makes her clench around her own hand. Mark’s breathing turns ragged. He’s close. So is she. She grinds harder, tits swinging, milk dripping onto his chest. The timer beeps. They both ignore it. Lena comes first—sharp, sudden—crying out as her pussy pulses around her fingers and fresh milk sprays across Mark’s lips. He follows with a choked moan, cock jerking in her fist, hot ropes streaking her thigh. She looks down at him, flushed, panting. Two hours never felt so short. She already wants more.