Put a baby in you.

Mark automatically fiddles with his belt and fly, pulling down his pants. With his shirt still on, he kisses your face. You feel Mark Wahlberg's mouth open and press against your face, slobbering all over you, hungry with lust. You can't believe this is happening, but you're too overwhelmed by desire to care too much. You reach your hands to unbutton his shirt, one piece at a time, exposing his soft, squishy-yet-bulky chest. You see his rose red nipples and caress his breast pecs lovingly, fondling those nipples until their hard in your fingers. You get to his stomach, his dough-muscle middle. You wrap your legs around it, pull him in tight, humping your cock against his torso as he ravages your neck, sucking hickeys onto your neck, blemishing your complexion with purple splotches as his mouth goes to your chest and suckles on your nipples. Ticklish pleasure zaps through you at the feeling of Mark Wahlberg's mouth and tongue grazing and swelling your nipples. You hold the back of his strong neck, feeling the thick muscles flex as he lets his head remain. You feel the head of his cock (god it feels like a hammer) as it enters you with ****, spreading you open and invading you with animalistic desire. He sucks on your chest as he pounds into you, and then you think of him as your son, and you're breast feeding him, and yet you're his son, DJ, at the same time, and here you're his wife. The intimacy with this beefy boss overwhelms you. Your son, your father, your lover, Mark Wahlberg suckles on your nipples and all of the sudden a wave of orgasm drowns you. When you cum, your suckling son/father/lover gets your milk as you push his head down from your chest to your spurting cock. You squirt on his face once before managing the head of your cock into his mouth. He looks up at you and suckles your cock head like he did your nipples. It overwhelms you.

For the first time, you break character. That animalistic pleasure sends your hand to the back of his head and forces it all the way down. Mark's eyes pop open. He gags, but remains. IT feels so good you can't help it. You rub his soft brown hair. You carress his poor tired jaw as it clenches and gags and suckles to get all of your milk.

And then he pulls off of you, and breaks character too. It's his turn to cum, and to do that, he's going to--