He cupped my breasts
Kneading them softly
In rhythmic squeezes
As I lay on his lap
Exhausted
We were through
With one of our explosive sessions
Our flesh dewed in saltiness
Our desires chilled
In the passionate outpour
But he continued tweaking my tender nipples
Till they hardened to his coarseness
Searing pleasure resurfaced
No more, I have no stamina left
Breathlessly I whispered
He sealed my protest with luscious kisses
Looking into my eyes
Hoarsely he said, I wish to be a baby again
I will keep tweaking your tits
Till I suckle your milky essence
Even if it's a drop
To quench my thirst
And from it
I will take rebirth.
©LR
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