“You’ve got to stop doing that.” “Doing what?” “That thing with my hair. It’s going to make me come.” He has an insatiable thirst for breastmilk, his dick is so deep inside me that our curls are kissing, and I’ve been riding that thing like I would a galloping pony — but combing his hair with my fingers is what’s going to make him come? I drag my fingers along his scalp again, and his grip clamps even more tightly on my hips.
