Gu Mama bit her lower lip, cheeks burning as she nodded.
"Mmm… yes… Mommy loves feeling you between her tits… so hot… so thick…" She sped up just a little, sliding faster now, letting her breasts bounce softly with the motion.
Every ti the head erged, she dipped her chin and flicked her tongue over it, quick little licks that made him twitch hard between her cleavage.
Milk kept dripping, warm, sticky trails that mixed with his precum and her saliva, turning everything slick and ssy.
The wet sounds of her tits gliding over his shaft filled the room, soft squelches mixed with her quiet moans and his low grunts.
"Does it feel good, Little Chen?" she asked breathlessly, looking up at him through her lashes. "Mommy's big tits… wrapped around your cock… milking you like this…"
"Feels fucking incredible," he groaned, hips lifting slightly to thrust up into the tight channel she had made. "Keep going… squeeze tighter… yeah, just like that…"
Gu Mama obeyed, pressing her breasts even closer together, creating a perfect, plush tunnel for him to fuck.
She rocked her upper body now, forward and back, letting him slide deeper between her cleavage with every motion. Her nipples dragged along his shaft, leaving shiny trails of milk that dripped down onto his balls.
She leaned forward a little more, letting her tongue lap at the tip every ti it poked out, tasting the salty mix of precum and her own milk.
Yang Chen's breathing grew heavier. One hand stayed on her breast, squeezing, kneading, coaxing more milk out, while the other tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm without forcing her.
"Mommy… you're gonna make cum just from this," he muttered, voice rough. "Your tits… fuck… so soft… so warm…"
Gu Mama moaned softly around the head when it brushed her lips again. "Then do it… cum all over Mommy's tits… paint them white… I want to feel it…"
She sped up, tits sliding faster, bouncing more, milk leaking steadily now, running down her chest in thin streams.
The head of his cock kept disappearing and reappearing from her cleavage, flushed and throbbing, precum saring everywhere.
Yang Chen groaned louder, hips bucking up into the tight space between her breasts. "Fuck… here it cos…"
With a low growl, he thrust up one last ti. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from the tip, splattering across the tops of her breasts, dripping down into her cleavage, coating her nipples in white.
So shots reached her chin and lips. She licked them up eagerly, humming in pleasure as she kept sliding her tits slowly over his pulsing shaft, milking out every last drop.
When he finally finished, she pulled back slightly, letting his softening cock slip free.
Cum dripped down her chest in sticky trails, mixing with the milk that still leaked from her nipples. She looked up at him with a satisfied, almost proud smile.
"Good boy," she murmured, wiping a drop from her chin with her thumb and sucking it clean. "You made such a ss of Mommy."
Yang Chen chuckled breathlessly, reaching down to pull her up onto his lap. "Not done yet," he said, voice still rough. "Not even close."
They started fucking again right there on the bed at first. He slid back inside her in one smooth thrust.
Both of them groaned at the familiar stretch and heat. He fucked her missionary for a while, deep, steady rolls of his hips, hands pinning her wrists above her head while he kissed her neck and sucked more milk from her breasts.
Then he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and took her from behind. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust.
Her ass jiggled with each slap, breasts pressed flat against the mattress, leaking milk into the sheets as she moaned into the pillow.
"Harder… Little Chen… fuck Mommy from behind…" she gasped, pushing back to et him.
He obliged, pounding faster, deeper, until they rolled again.
This ti she straddled him, riding him reverse cowgirl. Her ass bounced in his lap, hands braced on his thighs as she ground down hard, taking him to the hilt over and over. He reached around to fondle her swinging breasts, pinching nipples until milk sprayed in little arcs.
They moved off the bed next. Yang Chen lifted her easily, pressing her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust up into her, gravity helping him bury himself even deeper. She clung to his shoulders, moaning against his ear, begging for more.
"Fill again… right here… against the wall…"
He did, short, brutal thrusts until she trembled in his arms.
They stumbled to the dresser next. She bent over it, breasts pressed against the cool wood, milk saring across the surface as he took her from behind again.
The mirror caught everything, her flushed face, his focused expression, the way her body rocked with every slam.
Then the armchair in the corner. She straddled him, riding slow and deep while he sucked her nipples, drinking greedily.
She ground her hips in circles, clenching around him, whispering filthy things in his ear.
"Mommy's pussy loves your cock… so big… so deep…"
They ended up on the rug in front of the window.
She got on all fours, him behind her, pounding hard while one hand wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her neck.
Every position, every corner of the room, they fucked like they couldn't get enough. Moans, gasps, wet slaps, the creak of furniture, the soft thud of bodies hitting the floor, none of it mattered.
Just the heat, the need, the way they fit together perfectly.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Yang Chen slowed. He pulled out gently, cock still hard but spent for the mont.
He guided her back to the bed, laying them both down.
She curled against him imdiately, guiding his head to her chest.
Yang Chen nuzzled into her breasts without hesitation. His lips found one swollen nipple.
He latched on softly now, not hungry, just comforting, sucking slow and gentle as warm milk trickled into his mouth. Gu Mama sighed happily, fingers stroking through his hair.
"Sleep now, Little Chen," she whispered, voice soft and tired. "Mommy's got you."
He humd in agreent, eyes drifting closed as he continued to suckle, slow, rhythmic, soothing. Her heartbeat thumped steadily under his ear, her arms wrapped around him protectively.
The room grew quiet except for their breathing and the faint, wet sounds of him nursing. Exhaustion finally caught up.
Yang Chen's body relaxed completely, lips still latched around her nipple, milk dribbling slowly down his chin as he fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
Gu Mama smiled down at him, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead.
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