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Kayla was silent on the way back, striding purposefully up the stairs and into the elevator. As the elevator music tinkled, Jordan glanced down at Kayla, and saw that her cheeks were flushed. His gaze lowered to her chest, and he hid a smile as he saw two tiny points standing proudly to attention. She seemed distracted, deep in thought. The elevator ground open, and Kayla quickened her pace, dipping through the central foyer and swiping through the security milking breastmilk doors. She strode through the office and ducked into the restroom. On a whim, Jordan followed into the disabled/family toilet that nobody milking tits else seemed to use, even though there were no kids or disabled people as far as he knew on this level. He sat down on the toilet, smiling at the small grate in the wall, and waited. Kayla Kayla swept into the female restrooms and locked herself into the corner cubicle. She sat down on the seat and buried her head in her hands. A million thoughts swirled around her. Jordan. God, how does any of this make any fucking sense. It was so weird, so...stupid, that she believed what he had told her. What kind of person just reveals details like that to a co-worker? What if she broke her word to the guy and told people? He could get reprimanded for sexual harassment, right? And yet...she knew somehow that she was going to keep her word, and stay quiet about it. She couldn't get the image of Sarah dressed in a long red dress out of her head. The front showing ample vision of those perky breasts, with the back cut extremely low, her soft, unblemished back and shoulders bare, as she walked with Jordan in the middle of the street, her every step causing those tits to wiggle invitingly, begging someone to stroke and caress huge milking tits them... Kayla's hand grazed one of her erect nipples, sending a small burst of arousal into her already worked-up state. She bit her lip nervously as she poked her head out of the cubicle, checking for others and finding none. Her hand began to stroke her breasts over the white patterned shirt. Dammit. How dare Jordan and that blonde vision of his make her body tingle like this? A short movie played in her head, of Sarah narrowing her gorgeous blue eyes at her and telling her off for looking down on her friend like that. This vision was quickly replaced by Jordan, telling her there would be consequences for her if she told anyone. If she didn't do what he said. There was no hesitation, no doubt she could see as he told her that. He wasn't like any of the other older men she'd strung along. Kayla did not often get told off for her behavior, even when she deserved it, but breastmilk today felt different. The way Sarah stood up for Jordan without the slightest hesitation, the way she cut through her misconceptions about him - and him, that stare, that...confidence in his voice and tone and manner. Whatever he had in his back pocket that made him so sure she would do what he said set her mind alight with curiosity. She bit her lip, and squirmed a little as she felt a heat starting to build between her legs. A scene of Sarah placing a firm hand on her shoulder, and squeezing. "No. There isn't." She played it up a little auto milking tits for him. Whenever someone comes in the house, Mom slips with him in the next room and return after about half an hour. Don't move out. To me, they were breastmilk just a pair of boobs. Leona's hair was black and cut short with bangs. He laughed as he thrust away, gripping the girl's hips. All he knew, is that after she had asked to take one, she had freaked out over the soaps he had gotten and the clothes. As if from a horror movie Moe – B2 241 was floating in milking tits space with shut engines and no signs of life. Her pussy sloshed Big Milking Tits from her wetness. He took a pause from planting my neck in kisses to ask "Did you enjoy last huge milking tits night?" “You don’t love him anymore.” I whispered to my reflection. And I wanted his cock in my mouth. "Don't sweat it. After a moment of straining and grinding, milking breastmilk the Pit Bull gasped for breath and withdrew once more. I swallowed. The room cried out with her presence, even though she wasn’t there. Mom turned around and smiled up at me. “Things are going to be interesting at home. then put her hands around my neck and quickly jump and hooked her feet around my waist.

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