Every Two Hours

Lena’s tits hang heavy and full, the skin pulled tight and veiny. Mark watches every move like he’s starved for it. She straddles his chest first, then lowers until her nipple brushes his mouth. He opens wide, tongue working in slow circles before he sucks hard. The first pull makes her gasp. Her hips roll forward on instinct, cunt grinding against his ribs while he drinks. She reaches down and spreads her wet lips, two fingers sliding deep, knuckles disappearing between them with wet clicks. Every time he swallows she feels it inside her, hot and tight. She pushes harder, fucking herself faster, tits swinging, milk slipping past his lips and down his chin. He grips her ass, spreads her wider, and she rides both his mouth and her own hand until her thighs shake and her voice cracks. She comes twice before the hour’s up. They agree on one rule: every two hours, no matter what. By the second feeding she doesn’t wait for him to ask; she just climbs on, fingers already inside her, cunt dripping onto his chest before his lips even touch her nipple. The schedule holds until she starts needing more than his mouth can give.