Creamy Canary
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Timmy could barely keep his instincts in check when he spotted the wet spot on Reader's chest. Right where her nipples were. His hard work had paid off.
All the shifts he had put in at the biscuit factory. Prodding and squeezing her boobs as part of their shared nightly routine. Purrs emit from his throat as he went as far as motorboating Reader's chest. Unable to get enough of how soft and warm she was. A lovesick fool for his mistress. Only getting the go-ahead to suckle on her sensitive areolas during sex.
But right now, all Timothy could think about was that damn stain against her cotton shirt. Trying to come up with a way to get her shirt off that. 'You're staring, kitty. Need something?' Reader's voice cut through the fog.
'Please—ah, please, can I suck on your tits? Drink your—ah, your milk, mistress?' Timmy asks her, saddling on up next to Reader. Lying his cheek on her stomach, looking at her with glazed over eyes. Poor Reader's unable to deny Timothy when he begs so prettily. That and her tits ached with how full they were. Desperately wanting some form of relief.