Milk-maker

She had them called everything: ‘the twins’, ‘skin-pillows’, her ‘rack’, her ‘set’, her ‘mounds’, her ‘missiles’, her ‘melons’, her ‘milk-makers’.

He felt her legs open wider each time he switched between sucking her right and left milk-makers.

Brazen was the only word that seemed to fit this “lady” with her thrusting breasts and low cut gown of pure white cloth, all mysterious and frightening in the fog. But it was not her mouth-watering milk-makers that kept his attention.

“In all fairness to her disciples, it must have been impossible to concentrate with a couple of cannons like those in your face,” McCormick said. “Especially in that desert heat, with nothing but a thin linen vestment between you and two of the most succulent milk-makers you’ve ever laid eyes on, beads of sweat slowly making their way down from her throat and running along the swells before descending into that perfect cleft between…oh my Lord.”

I hope sharing my experience has brought more encouragement for women to feel comfortable and proud in your skin and help men gain more understanding about what it’s like to have a pair of milk-makers.

She needed to pull back and stop him or decide if she wanted to let him touch her oversensitive and achy chest. A part of her screamed, “Hands off the milk-makers!” but the part of her that had no willpower against him urged her forward.