"Well, can you just explain what you need me for?" I ask Maria.
"Okay. I just stopped breastfeeding my two-year old about two days ago." She quickly takes off her blouse, and I see the source of her discomfort, her boobs encased in a matching yellow nursing bra.
"As you can see, my breasts are engorged. If not for this event, I would be home using a breast pump." She unhooks the front clasp of her bra, revealing her breasts in their full 38DD splendor.
"I see," I say. "I don't really love the taste of breast milk, but I'm willing to help you out." I clasp her right breast, and bend my head towards it.
"Can you start with my left breast? It's more engorged."
I transfer to her left breast and start sucking. "You're milk doesn't taste as bad as I thought."
"Well then, transfer to the right," she requests. I move to the right breast, then back again to the left.
"We should move to some place more comfortable," she suggests, indicating the ladder at the far end of the shelf.
She sits on one of the rungs, her left knee extending towards me. I continue my ministrations, and before I realize it, I am getting a hard-on.
She notices the bulge on my trousers and positions her left knee between my legs, raising them slightly to touch my crotch. "My husband never gets hard doing this. I guess he hates the taste of my milk," she says with a slight groan.
I am encouraged by this and move closer to give her access to my crotch. She unzips my fly and pulls out my already hard meat and gently milks it with her soft hands. I reach under her mini and feel her already soaked panties. She groans in response. "My wife also gets wet, even when the baby breastfeeds," I remark.
She stops milking my cock. I wonder if my remark turned her off. "Which of my wet mouths do you want me to use to milk your rod?" she asks, pulling down her panties.
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