Narcissa and Whore Tits

Note: All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.

Narcissa Malfoy led Tit Whore by the hand down the long corridor of Malfoy Manor, her fingers gently but possessively intertwined with the redheaded ****’s. Real, deep, almost painful love burned in Narcissa’s eyes — stronger than she had ever felt for Lucius. Her husband had become mere background. This milky, heavy, constantly leaking cow with her massive F-cup tits had become the center of her world.

“Come on, my sweet Tit Whore… my favorite girl…” Narcissa purred in a low, velvet voice, stopping every now and then to kiss the **** on the temple, neck, and lips. “I missed your milk so much… your delicious, dripping cunt. Tonight I’m going to love you all night long.”

Tit Whore walked breathing heavily, her huge swollen tits jiggling with every step, milk already seeping through the fabric and dripping into the silver buckets that clinked quietly. The redheaded whore’s face burned with shame and wild lust.

“Mistress Narcissa… I’m your dirty milk cow… my cunt is already squelching for you… please, drink me dry…” she mooed quietly, feeling thick juices running down the insides of her thighs.

The moment the door to Narcissa’s bedroom closed, the atmosphere became thick and heavy. Narcissa immediately shoved Tit Whore onto the huge bed with dark green silk sheets. She slowly undressed herself, left only in stockings, and hungrily pounced on her ****.

First — the tits.

Narcissa lay on top, pressed her face to one huge, heavy breast and greedily wrapped her lips around the dark, long nipple. She started sucking — deep and rhythmic, like a hungry child. Milk gushed in powerful, warm streams straight into her mouth. Thick, sweetish, with a slight creamy aftertaste. Narcissa slurped loudly, swallowed, and moaned in pleasure as white drops ran down her chin and neck.

“Mmmmmm… fuck, your milk is so delicious, my little cow… so rich, so sweet…” she growled, sucking greedily. With her other hand she roughly kneaded the second tit, squeezing it so hard that milk sprayed like a fountain, soaking Narcissa’s face and hair. Tit Whore arched her back, mooing and moaning loudly:

“Aaaahhh! Mistress… suck harder… drink your milk whore dry… my tits are only for you… I love it when you milk me like this…”

Narcissa moved to the second breast, sucking even more hungrily until the milk was flowing like a river. Her free hand slid lower, between Tit Whore’s widely spread thighs. The ****’s cunt was a complete mess — smooth, red, and dripping heavily. Thick, sticky juices had already formed a puddle on the sheet. Narcissa ran her fingers over the swollen lips, spread them, and started slowly and tenderly fingering her — two fingers circling her clit, then diving deep inside with loud, wet squelching.

“You’re such a wet, dirty bitch… your cunt is flowing like a river… squelching like a cheap whore…” Narcissa whispered without letting go of the nipple. She fucked the **** with her fingers deep and skillfully, massaging the front wall while milk continued to spray into her mouth.

Tit Whore was already squealing with pleasure, bucking her hips, her massive tits shaking as milk splattered across the entire bed.

“Mistresssss! Finger my cunt… I’m your leaking cow… oh fuuuuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Narcissa moved lower, leaving the tits wet and shiny with saliva. She lay between Tit Whore’s legs, pressed her face greedily to the dripping cunt and started licking — long, hungry strokes of her tongue. She literally drank the juices, slurping loudly and obscenely, shoving her tongue deep inside, swirling it, sucking out every drop. The smell was overwhelmingly strong — thick musk of an aroused cunt, milk, and saliva.

“Mmmmmm… you have such a tasty, dirty little hole…” Narcissa moaned, licking the clit, then moving down to the asshole and licking that too. “I love you more than Lucius… you’re my true love, my personal milk cunt…”

She sucked on the clit while shoving three fingers into the cunt and two into the ass. Tit Whore screamed, squirting straight into Narcissa’s face, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm. Milk sprayed from her tits in fountains as Narcissa continued to lick and drink everything that flowed out.

When Tit Whore went limp, breathing hard and trembling, Narcissa smiled, covered in milk and juices. She pulled a huge, thick double-ended dildo from the drawer — black, realistic, with thick veins, each side almost thirty centimeters long.

“Now we’re going to love each other properly, my good girl…”

Narcissa sat on one end first, slowly impaling herself. Her mature, well-groomed cunt squelched as it took the thick shaft. She moaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Then she pulled Tit Whore to her, sat her opposite and helped her sink onto the other end.

The two women were face to face, connected by the thick, hard dildo. Narcissa hugged the ****, pressed her chest against the huge, milk-soaked tits and started moving — slowly, deeply, rhythmically. The dildo slid back and forth, squelching loudly and wetly in both cunts at once. Milk from Tit Whore’s tits soaked them both. Narcissa greedily caught the nipples with her lips, continuing to suck while fucking.

“Aaaahhh… can you feel how it’s stretching both of us… fuck, you’re so tight…” Narcissa moaned, kissing the **** deeply, exchanging saliva and milk. “I love you… I love your cunt… I love your tits… you’re mine, only mine…”

Tit Whore mooed and moaned, riding harder. Her heavy tits slapped against Narcissa’s body, milk flying everywhere. Their cunts squelched, juices mixed and ran down their thighs and the dildo. They fucked like that for a long time — kissing, biting, milking each other until they both came at the same time, screaming, squirting, and shaking all over.

Narcissa never let her beloved **** out of her arms, continuing to move slowly on the dildo and whispering words of love straight into Tit Whore’s lips.

“You’re better than any husband… you’re my true love…”