I took my mouth from her nipple with a small pop and sat up, pushing her back roughly onto the bed and straddling her waist. I switched back and forth between her nipples, flicking the pink tips with my tongue, raking the backs of my fingers across the sensitive nubs. I had never been with a girl whose nipples were as sensitive as Sarah’s were. xxx 18 The milk was overflowing in my mouth, white rivulets trickling out past my lips and down the side of my face. Still blushing, I walked slowly over to where she was and sat a few inches in front of her, taking the pump from her hands and squeezing.
