Lena straddles Mark's face like she owns the clock. Every two hours she drops down, tits heavy, nipples dark and leaking. She feeds him while her fingers slide between her own thighs, working her clit in tight circles. Mark laps at her like a man half-starved, sucking hard enough to bruise. She grinds harder when the pleasure spikes, knees pinning his shoulders, breath ragged. Her hand never stops moving—slick, relentless, chasing the next wave while he drinks. The room smells like milk and sweat. She comes with a low, guttural sound, thighs shaking, then lifts just enough to let him breathe before the next feeding starts. Mark's cock stays untouched, aching, ignored. Lena doesn't care. She's the clock now. Tick. Feed. Come. Repeat.
Lena straddles Mark's face like she owns the clock. Every two hours she drops down, tits heavy, nipples dark and leaking. She feeds him while her fingers slide between her own thighs, working her clit in tight circles. Mark laps at her like a man half-starved, sucking hard enough to bruise. She grinds harder when the pleasure spikes, knees pinning his shoulders, breath ragged. Her hand never stops moving—slick, relentless, chasing the next wave while he drinks. The room smells like milk and sweat. She comes with a low, guttural sound, thighs shaking, then lifts just enough to let him breathe before the next feeding starts. Mark's cock stays untouched, aching, ignored. Lena doesn't care. She's the clock now. Tick. Feed. Come. Repeat.
