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Craving For My Boss's Length : Pregnant Lust 3 (Pregnancy Erotica Lactation Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Pregnant Lust, #3
Craving For My Boss's Length : Pregnant Lust 3 (Pregnancy Erotica Lactation Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Pregnant Lust, #3
Craving For My Boss's Length : Pregnant Lust 3 (Pregnancy Erotica Lactation Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Pregnant Lust, #3
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Craving For My Boss's Length : Pregnant Lust 3 (Pregnancy Erotica Lactation Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Pregnant Lust, #3

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Pregnancy brings with it a ton of cravings, and working in Mr. Johnson's Ice-Cream parlor certainly allowed me to indulge in many of them.

The last craving I surrender to is the naughtiest one of all.  Read as my boss takes my pregnant body and shows me his ways.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMillie King
Release dateApr 9, 2019
ISBN9781386011705
Craving For My Boss's Length : Pregnant Lust 3 (Pregnancy Erotica Lactation Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Pregnant Lust, #3

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    I held his wrist as he brought his hand close and soon I was licking it all off the spoon.  His only concern was that I was no longer appearing in pain, and despite himself he stayed there, tenderly feeding me and trying his damndest to ignore the mewling cries of pleasure that crept from my lungs.

    He scraped the spoon across the bottom of the pot and put it in my mouth again.  I sucked lovingly off it and then opened my eyes slowly, staring into his bewildered face.  His pupils were fat with intrigue.  I watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed.

    Enjoy that? he said.

    I smiled demurely now, turning a toe into the floor and spinning on the stool.

    Jeez, Angie! he said suddenly.

    He turned away and I looked down myself, noticing my stiff nipples punching up through my tight t-shirt.  One of them had leaked a little milk against me and there was a darker shade of pink around it.

    It’s perfectly natural, I said, blushing.

    You must really like ice-cream.

    I like being fed it, I confessed.  By you ...

    The addition of that revelation made Mr. Johnson’s head spin back around.  He stared into my face and his expression was a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

    I fought against saying the next words, but nevertheless they breached my lips anyway.

    Maybe I can feed you, too?

    The sentence lingered in the air, suspended in the moment before Mr. Johnson fully comprehended it.  Mine and his eyes stayed locked and the absence of an outright refusal gave me hope.  He looked back to the door and then at

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