Kevin's thrusts grew erratic, his mouth still sealed around her nipple as he drank deeply, the wet pull sending jolts of ecstasy straight to her core. Ry's orgasm crashed through her without warning, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, milking him in turn until he buried himself to the hilt and flooded her with hot spurts of cum. They stayed locked together for a long moment, his hands roaming her trembling body, the scent of milk and sex thick in the air around the desk.

Breathing hard, Kevin eased out of her and helped her straighten, his fingers lingering on her waist as they both glanced toward the closed door. "That meeting went to hell the second your blouse gave out," he murmured, voice low and rough with lingering hunger, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You handled it like a pro until the leak started—proud of you for staying composed while everyone stared." Ry leaned into him, her heavy breasts still leaking faintly against his shirt, the emotional warmth of his praise mixing with the ache that hadn't fully subsided. "I felt so exposed, but knowing you'd take care of me... it made it hotter than it should have been."

He guided her toward the leather couch against the far wall, his dominant grip firm on her hips as he bent her over the armrest. "Not done with you yet," he growled, yanking her skirt higher and spreading her thighs wide before slamming back into her slick, cum-slicked pussy from behind. Ry gasped at the renewed stretch, her breasts swinging heavily beneath her as he pounded deep, one hand fisting her hair to arch her back while the other slapped her ass. Fresh milk sprayed onto the cushions with each rough thrust, her walls fluttering around him again as desire surged hotter than before, their bodies crashing together in a frenzy of need and connection that left her begging for more.

Office Lactation Crisis

Office Lactation Crisis