Even though she wasn't lactating, the way I latched on and nursed her made it feel like I was trying to milk her dry, like her breasts were full and ready to give me everything.
Her heavy tit filled my mouth completely, soft, creamy flesh spilling over my lips, nipple throbbing against my tongue as I sucked harder, moaning low into her skin. My saliva coated the entire areola, making it glisten wet and shiny, the pink bud darkening and swelling even more under the wet heat of my mouth.
Grace's hand stayed in my hair, fingers threading gently through the strands, cradling my head like she was comforting me, encouraging me to take more. Her breathing had turned shallow and quick, chest rising and falling faster, pushing her breasts deeper into my face with every inhale.
