FULL GLASS of MILK SQUIRTING from Big Natural Tits
The seductive swear words whisper across plump, pillowy lips. “Come here, big boy. I need your help. My milk’s overflowin’, and I ain’t got time for no leakage.”
The sultry, Southern drawl oozes with honeyed sensuality as the ripe, rosey, redhead twists her ample assets, overflowing her lacy, white bra. Glistening beads of dewy wetness, like sparkling diamonds, gush along the creamy soft skin.
“Oh, it’s just drenched!” the buxom beauty pouts, fingers unclasping the bra’s front-hooking clasp. Thick, fat, veiny tits spill out, nipples already fattened and pointed in desperate need. Breasts slide and sway with lazy dexterity, nipples sweet and sensitive.
The seductress whimpers cummings, her voice a Judas-infused lament, as she slaps gorgeous globes together. Palms press and squeeze, the plush flesh surrendering under enthusiastic hands.
But this pretty redhead is looking for something else – something more. With a wanton moan, she parts the milky hills to reveal puckered, pink nipples. Beads of creamy, mother’s milk glisten along areolae like pearls. Sliding fingers dip, tug, and pull. The pressure begins to swell. Fingers dance a delicate waltz against her swollen nipples.
The warm, rich liquid sprays from the tip in a steady, driving stream. She aims her creamy nipples at the glass of milk and pumps. Glistening gouts of the liquid erupt, filling the vessel as if from a beer bong. Skin stretches taut, the pressure of her massage insistent and determined.
“You want it? Come on over and guzzle up, boy!” The redhead aims her bossom at the camera. Thick, creamy ribbons of milk gush, spraying in a glorious arc across the lens. The glorious sight of phat girl-nipple shooting globs of milk rivets your attention.
Quickly, she fills the glass to the brim. Milk cartwheels in a golden waterfall of nourishment, the vessel bulging with the most magnificent feminine milk.
With a sultry wink, the redhead says, “All that’s left is to raise my glass to you, sweetheart.” In her hand, the glass is brimming with the beautiful bounty of her boobs, skin flushed and glowing with satisfaction. “I always feel so much better after a good milking. Knowing I’ve filled you to the brim… it’s the motherly thing to do… and such a turn-on! Thanks for enjoying my lactating with me.”
Milk splashes the floor still gathering her robe, the cool liquid tracing along lush curves and bountiful appendages. Settling the robe, she winks once more and says, “Tata for now, sugar. Till next time.”
