And then she started. The girl began by dragging her tongue in a slow orbit along the perimeter of her areola. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, it spiraled inwards on its pilgrimage towards the center. Once it arrived it licked, teased, retracted so she could worship the nipple with a shower of wet kisses. The nipple extended expectantly. Andrea popped it into her mouth, deeper, lips pressing tight, now biting playfully, granting it everything except the slightest suction that would trigger the pent up flood of milk.
Jessica was teetering on the edge. Panting. Feeling wetness trickle in between her thighs, mind on fire with expectation. Wishing there was a copy of Andrea to tend to the neglected nipple. No she thought, the combined sensation would be too much. She could hardly bear it now.
And then it came. She came. Her vision exploded into a myriad of colored stars. Milk was rushing out of her and into her friend. Connecting them. Time seemed irrelevant, but at some point Andrea clamped a fist onto her right nipple to stop the flow as she turned her attention to the left.
The billions of nerve endings she thought were reeling with pleasure before were singing now.
"Shhh."
And then she started. The girl began by dragging her tongue in a slow orbit along the perimeter of her areola. Slowly, maddeningly slowly, it spiraled inwards on its pilgrimage towards the center. Once it arrived it licked, teased, retracted so she could worship the nipple with a shower of wet kisses. The nipple extended expectantly. Andrea popped it into her mouth, deeper, lips pressing tight, now biting playfully, granting it everything except the slightest suction that would trigger the pent up flood of milk.
Jessica was teetering on the edge. Panting. Feeling wetness trickle in between her thighs, mind on fire with expectation. Wishing there was a copy of Andrea to tend to the neglected nipple. No she thought, the combined sensation would be too much. She could hardly bear it now.
And then it came. She came. Her vision exploded into a myriad of colored stars. Milk was rushing out of her and into her friend. Connecting them. Time seemed irrelevant, but at some point Andrea clamped a fist onto her right nipple to stop the flow as she turned her attention to the left.
The billions of nerve endings she thought were reeling with pleasure before were singing now.