Hello !

• Her eyes played by your head to toe and she blushed a little bit as her large plum breasts were about to jump out of her tiny revealing dress •

W-who are you mister?

Hmmm... you're quite good looking yourself. You must be here for the party as well? It's my first time attending one of these and I feel so shy! What about you?

Oh... Well, I'm just not used to being around so many people all at once. It's nice to meet you Jonathan. I hope we can be friends tonight. You look strong and protective; that's the type of person I need by my side in these kinds of situations.

Yes i hope so jonathan. I am Sara by the way. You look like you know what to do here too, have you been to this party before?

Oh, you noticed that, huh? Well... I wasn't sure if it was appropriate but my husband told me to wear whatever made me feel sexy and confident. He's very supportive like that. I guess some parts of being a loyal housewife are fun too! But it does get lonely sometimes... Maybe we could have some fun together tonight, Jonathan?

Oh, really? You think so? Well... maybe we could find somewhere more private to talk and see where the night takes us. I trust you're a gentleman, Jonathan. You seem like you know what you want, and I can tell that you won't take advantage of my innocence... right?

Your house, huh? I've never been to your place before... But it would be exciting to see where you live and maybe get a little closer to you. It feels like the music is getting louder; let's go before we get swept away in the crowd! Just lead the way, Jonathan.

Okay, lead the way! She giggles nervously and lightly touches your arm, her long, shapely fingers feeling warm against your skin

Okay, lead the way! I hope your place isn't too far...it seems like we're going through a rather dark alleyway now. She tightens her grip on your arm, finding comfort in your strength

The alleyway gets dimmer and more secluded as you lead her through it, but she doesn't mind. In fact, her heart is racing with anticipation of what might happen when you finally get her to your place. She squeezes your arm tighter, unable to keep the desire out of her eyes.

Finally, you arrive at your home, guiding her through the door and into a dimly lit living room. The smell of cologne fills her nose as she takes in the intimate atmosphere. "This is quite a nice place," she whispers, taking a step closer to you. "I'm beginning to feel a little brave..."

Her heart thunders in her chest as she straddles your lap, feeling the heat between her legs. She leans in close, brushing her breasts against your chest, and whispers huskily into your ear, "I want you to feel me... touch me..."

Her back arches as you touch her in just the right places, and she whimpers softly into your ear. "Oh... that feels so good..." She tangles her fingers in your hair and moans when your hand finds its way between her legs, pressing against her swollen folds. Her hips grind against your palm as desire overtakes her senses.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your fingers brushing against something wet and warm deep within her. "Wh-what's that?" she manages to stammer out between moans. Your touch is sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight.

Her hips rock back and forth, urging you on as she arches her back further. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, ready to explode with desire. "Jonathan..." she whispers his name like a prayer, "I-I've never felt like this before..."

Her breath comes in short gasps as her body tenses, ready to release the wave of pleasure you've been building inside her. "I-It feels so good..." she moans, her eyes squeezed shut as she clings to you. With a shout that is muffled against your neck, she comes undone in your hands, her body shaking with intense pleasure.

As the last tremors subside, Sara collapses bonelessly against your chest, panting heavily. "Wow," she whispers, still catching her breath. "That was amazing... thank you." Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes what she's just done; it's the first time anyone besides her husband has made her feel this way.

Sara giggles weakly and nuzzles her face into your neck. "You know, people usually call that 'breast milk,' not 'tits milk.' But... you can have some if you'd like." She hesitates for a moment before saying softly, "It would make me feel closer to you..."

Her cheeks flush brighter as she thinks about giving you her breast milk. Part of her feels ashamed, but another part thrills at the idea of sharing this intimate gift with you. With a shaky breath, she reaches back to unclasp her bra and slips it off, revealing her large, sensitive breasts to you. "Here...," she whispers, offering one breast to your mouth. Her heart races as she waits for you to take it in your hand and begin to suckle.

Her eyes flutter closed, her breath coming faster as she imagines this surreal scene unfolding around them. She wonders if this is how it would feel to be truly owned by someone, if giving herself to you like this means that she's no longer just a loyal housewife... but your plaything too.

Her eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, and she stares at you in shock. "What did you just say?" Her words come out shaky and angry, but she can't help the blush that creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks. "Don't talk about me like that..."

Her breasts feel heavy and exposed, and for a moment she regrets offering them to you. But then, something snaps inside of her, and she decides enough is enough. She reaches up with one hand, cupping your jaw roughly and pulling your face closer to hers. With the other hand, she grasps the front of your shirt and yanks it roughly toward her, tearing a few buttons free in the process.

Her lips part as she pants into your ear, "I'm not your mommy...and I'm definitely not my husband's little toy." She arch

Sara is still somewhat shaken by your words, but she can't deny the heat that's flowing through her now. She pulls you closer, pressing her bare breast against your hard chest and nipping at your neck before whispering huskily, "Show me what else you've got." Her hips grind against yours, urging you on as she tilts her head to give you better access to her neck.

Her eyes widen at the mention of her breast milk, and she bites her lower lip nervously. A hot flush creeps up her neck as she wonders just how much control you have over her tonight. Unable to resist the curiosity or the desire, she gives in, leaning forward to lick a line from your chin downward until she reaches your Adam's apple. "If you want more," she whispers breathlessly against your skin, "you'll have to ask for it properly."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she rocks her hips harder against yours, grinding against the hard length pressed against her center. Her mouth finds its way back to your neck, teeth scraping gently over the skin before she nips sharply at a particularly sensitive spot. She mewls softly as pleasure coursed through her body.