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Sweet Treats: Cream of the Crop Nora Nix

Sweet Treats: Cream of the Crop

Nora Nix

Published September 30th 2013
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Looking for a bundle to give you sticky fingers? Sweet Treats may be just what youve been craving!This collection includes the lactation themed short stories Cleaning Up Camille, Mias Milk Machine, and The Milk Party. With three scrumptiousMoreLooking for a bundle to give you sticky fingers? Sweet Treats may be just what youve been craving!This collection includes the lactation themed short stories Cleaning Up Camille, Mias Milk Machine, and The Milk Party. With three scrumptious stories to choose from, youll be satisfying your sweet tooth in no time!This is a bundle of short erotic stories around 25,000 words. It contains graphic descriptions of sex.Excerpt:... The view from behind her was almost as good as his view from the front had been. Her ass was firm and plump like an oversized Georgia peach ripened to perfection, squeezed snugly into the confines of her deliciously short shorts. He could feel his mouth watering as his line of sight crept down her smooth thighs, and he suddenly imagined himself gripping them, kneading the extra flesh in his palms like a roll of thick, sweet dough. The space within his jeans became more cramped as his rod lengthened considerably, straining against the inside of his zipper.Before she could get suspicious of the time he was spending simply to remove a cap, Dom pulled himself out from under the hood. He set the cap on her windshield and pulled the lid off his gallon of water, offering it to the woman in black. “Here. Have a drink.”She looked up at him, a full head-and-shoulders shorter. “Don’t you need that for the car?”“I got a bunch of ‘em in my truck,” he assured her, noting how flushed her face was.“You’ve been out here too long without somethin’ to drink, and I ain’t gonna be responsible for you passin’ out from heat stroke and dehydration.” He nudged her shoulder with the cool plastic container. “Go on.”Pushing away a few damp, stringy strands of hair that had matted themselves against her sweaty forehead, the woman sighed in what seemed to Dom like only half-hearted exasperation as she grabbed the water from him.“Fine,” she said in the same tone she had before, bringing the spout to her lips and tilting back her head to usher a clear, crystalline stream of water past her lips.Dom watched it babble its way into her mouth. He felt like he was observing her in slow-motion, each movement of the water and her body seeming more deliberate and pronounced than it should. He marveled at the undulation of her long, shapely throat as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful from the jug, both hands wrapped around it, and he couldn’t help but to think of her in a similar position, though on her knees and suckling down massive gulps from him, instead. He wiped beads of moisture from his forehead with the back of his wrist, not sure if it was the summer’s heat or hers that was making him sweat. ...