The sensual feeding continued for a little while longer, the air thick with warmth and affection.
Sophie kept Stan's head nestled perfectly between her heavy, ample breasts, the soft, warm weight of them cradling his face with every breath she took.
The sensation was deeply intimate, the plush, yielding softness pressing gently against his cheek and temple, the faint, sweet scent of her skin and perfume enveloping him, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest creating a soothing yet arousing rhythm. It made him feel cherished and desired all at once.
Maya's hand on his lap grew bolder, her fingers tracing slow circles higher and higher until she was lightly palming the growing bulge in his pants.
As they fed him, they kept discussing with him, their voice soft and intimate as they whispered about how much they had enjoyed watching him play earlier, how proud they were, and how they wanted tonight to be all about him feeling completely loved and spoiled.
