How About a Drink?

Betsy grins and then yanks you close, planting her big soft lips all over yours and shoving her tongue deep into your mouth, exploring every bit of it while she holds you against her big soft body, a little bit of her milk trickling against your chest. You can do nothing about this so you kiss back hungrily. For some reason, all the previous fucking has just left you wanting more...and it looks like you can get it. At the end of the kiss, you're panting for breath.

"You like that, cutie-pie?" she says.

You nod and she giggles.

"Thought so," she says, "but you look thirsty, hon. How about a drink?"

Betsy doesn't wait for your answer before guiding you to her huge boobs, fat nipples still beading milk. You decide...what the hell, and begin to devour her huge tits, fondling and licking all over their surface before latching onto her nipple and sucking forth her natural snack. She squeals in pleasure.

"Oh yeah!" she says, "suck it...mmmm...so greedy with my titty...it'll make you grow big and strong...oh yeah, looks like you already are."

One of her hands is beginning to stroke at your cock...