Marilyn's POV
His body shook violently, but refused to oblige me; his meat stick throbbed against the bottom of my buttocks, and the hand that burrowed into my underwear learned to grind the tip of my reddish nipple in the same way I had fiddled with it.
He raised his head, his ebony hair wet, his eyebrows deep, and his eyes seemed dyed with ink. He only said, "Sis-, this side hasn't been eaten... yet."
Looking at this lustful appearance, where was the good student who a few minutes ago had yelled that he couldn't do it in the car?
I only had to follow Lynn's intention to undo the bra, letting the shirt fall down, holding his head to let him eat milk to his heart's content.
The poor child, so early, had not received any mother's love since childhood. I didn't know if this was the reason he gnawed at my body endlessly.
He forced me to call out his name, and sometimes even to suck my milk to orgasm before he would continue the next step.
