Brianna breastfeeds Daisy

Her cock, slick with her thick, creamy release and my pheromone laced spit, rests in my cleavage, but I’m not done claiming her. My massive breasts, heavy and glistening with her cum, throb with sensitivity, each movement sending sparks through my nerves. My gigantic cock leaks steadily, my slick hole aches with need, but my focus is on Daisy her glassy eyes, her parted lips, her body limp in my grip, utterly surrendered to my power. I’ve broken her, and now I’m going to nurture her, dominate her gently, and bring her to new heights of ecstasy.

I shift, sliding up her body, my plush ass grazing her thighs as I straddle her lap. My breasts, full and aching, hover inches from her face, their creamy curves still dripping with her cum. A new sensation stirs in my chest, a warm, tingling pressure that makes my nipples harden even more, puffy and hypersensitive. I feel it before I see it a bead of milk, pearly and glistening, forming at the tip of one nipple. The virus has gifted me another power, my body now producing a sweet, revitalizing milk that I know will bind Daisy to me even further. I cup my breasts, squeezing gently, and a soft moan escapes me as more milk beads, trickling down my skin, mixing with her cum in a decadent, erotic mess.

“Drink, baby,” I purr, my voice a sultry command, soft but unyielding, a velvet whip that wraps around her soul. I guide one swollen nipple to her lips, the pearly bead of milk glistening in the dim dorm light. Daisy’s eyes widen, her breath hitching, a mix of awe and surrender in her glassy gaze. She’s too far gone to resist, her body melting under the weight of my presence, my pheromones a heady cloud that keeps her pliant, needy, hers. I cradle her head, my fingers threading through her dark, silky hair, their touch both tender and possessive as I press my nipple against her parted lips. She latches on instinctively, her warm, wet mouth closing around me, and the sensation is a lightning bolt through my hypersensitive body.

My skin sings as her lips suck gently, drawing out the sweet, warm milk that flows freely from my breast. Each pull is a jolt of pleasure, sharp and electric, radiating from my puffy, throbbing nipple to every nerve in my body. My gigantic cock twitches, leaking precum onto her thigh, and my slick, aching hole clenches with a **** need I hold at bay, savoring the power of this moment. I moan, low and filthy, my voice a melody of dominance and desire, the sound vibrating through my chest, making my breasts quiver against her face. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, my nipple so sensitive that each suck feels like a mini orgasm, sparking through my core, making my thighs tremble.

I massage her shoulders, my fingers kneading her soft, trembling flesh with a gentle, commanding touch. My hands, infused with my pleasure inducing power, work her muscles with deliberate precision, soothing the tension from her body while keeping her aroused, her skin flushing a warm, rosy hue under my touch. Each stroke is a caress and a claim, my fingers tracing the curve of her shoulders, the slope of her neck, pressing just hard enough to make her sigh against my breast, the sound muffled as she drinks deeper. “That’s it, Daisy,” I whisper, my voice dripping with power, a sultry promise that binds her to me. “Drink deep, let it fill you.” My milk flows freely now, sweet and warm, a revitalizing elixir that I can feel coursing through her, easing her trembling, restoring her energy, her cock hardening again against my thigh with renewed vigor.

She’s helpless, a willing **** to my divine touch, her body radiating a warmth that mirrors my own feverish heat. Her lips work my nipple, sucking softly at first, then harder, more insistent, and I gasp, the pleasure so intense it’s almost unbearable. Each pull sends a fresh wave of ecstasy through me, my hypersensitive skin alight, my cock pulsing, my hole dripping with need. My milk is like a ****, each drop making her stronger, more alive, yet utterly submissive, her eyes half lidded with blissful surrender as she drinks. I can feel it binding her closer to me, her soul tethered to mine with every swallow, her body melting into a state of contentment she’s never known a perfect, pliant peace that only my touch, my milk, can give her.

I shift, guiding her mouth to my other breast, the movement sending a shiver through me as my cum slicked skin brushes her face. She latches on eagerly, her tongue swirling around my second nipple, drawing out more of my sweet essence with a hunger that makes me moan. The sensation is even more intense, my nipple throbbing under her lips, each suck a spark that ignites my entire body. My hands roam her body, massaging her neck, her back, my fingers tracing every curve, every tense muscle, soothing and arousing in equal measure. My touch is both tender and commanding, keeping her in a state of perfect, submissive contentment, her moans muffled against my breast as she drinks, her body radiating a warmth that feels like an extension of my own.

I can feel the power of my milk working through her, revitalizing her, her trembling easing as strength returns to her limbs. Her cock, pressed against my thigh, is rock hard again, pulsing with need, and I smile, knowing she’s ready for what’s next. I pull back, my nipple slipping from her lips with a wet pop, a thin trail of milk dripping down her chin, mingling with the remnants of her cum. She whimpers, chasing my breast, but I hold her face gently, my thumb brushing her lips as I meet her gaze. “You’ve been such a good girl,” I purr, my voice a seductive command, “but your goddess isn’t done with you yet.”

Her eyes light up, a mix of anticipation and surrender, and I know she’s mine completely, irrevocably. My milk has prepared her, and now it’s time for an epic blowjob to push her beyond the limits of pleasure once more.