The whole kitchen looks straight out of a magazine, everything white, black accents, modern. I let go and look down at her wet, glazed tit, a bit of milk trickling down the side lewdly. XXX She gags again but pulls herself together and starts to give up the struggle. The stickiness catches on skin, so I put it in my mouth to get it slick. I take a bite, god fucking damn it tastes like Christmas. I sit up, ready for more. A feel a bit of slimy mucus from all her crying tonight, and I wrench my mouth off of her in disgust. Her back leaning into my chest as I wrap my arms around her. Wow it’s so good. Moving back to Grace’s tits, I let go of Ella, letting the girl relax a bit and lick at her own slow pace again.
