This choice: Get distracted from Anna's body? • Go Back... You stretch your arms and legs, happy to no longer be in a cramped place you thought to yourself and yelp when you feel movement in your round belly. You look down to see a hill forming underneath your office blouse from the baby’s (from your body’s) own stretching/kick, which was enough to pop open a few of the tight blouse’s buttons, revealing Anna’s/your pregnant belly. You place your hand on the bump and rub gently as you breathe softly, trying to calm your baby’s body inside Anna’s womb.
Being a teenage guy before becoming this woman’s unborn, you find it difficult to ignore the heaving bosom in front of you. A desk portrait of Anna and her family would suggest she was b-cups before pregnancy but now looks like she’s hiding two large melons. The thought of them within your grasp caused the nipples to harden, brushing against fabric underneath and sending an electric shock through your/anna’s body. You instinctively cup them to try to press the nipples down which only worsens it but to your shock you feel moisture at their touch. It’s then you notice the milk pump hidden beside the desk plant. You try to call out to Alisa but no response. Not knowing how long you’ll be stuck like this, you grab the milk pump and carefully undo your blouse and bra, trying to not agitate the nipples any further.
Freeing one breast after the other, you blush profusely from watching them plop out and jiggle before you. Pressing the pump over the large areolas and pussy nipples didn’t help either. One squeeze, you feel the suction drawing on the nipple and another gasp from you, the consecutive pumps and moan or two until you start hearing the trickling of milk hitting the bottom of the bottle. Anna’s/your crotch all the while feels like it is on fire. While you pump her milk engorged tits, you dig your free hand around her swollen pregnant belly, up her hiked skirt and between her already wet panties, and caress Anna’s/your aching soaked vagina. You hug your arms close to your body, pressing against the bosom and a belly gently as you slowly began to pleasure yourself, sinking your fingers a little bit further inside the vagina walls’ caverns each time. To your surprise, pressing your tits together like this slouched in your chair with one leg up had your other free breast spray milk in the air like a small fountain, droplets touching your neck and chin.
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Curiosity took you as you set the pump down, lift one of the heavy long breasts and turn it upwards to yourself, surprised and thrilled that they can reach your lips as you gave it a lick, shivering from the feel of the nipple first felt against your tongue before doing it again, and eventually sucking from it directly, the taste of the warm milk refreshing and exhilarating to you. Before long you manage to cup both boobs under one arm, lifting them up and latching both nipples in your mouth while you first caress to eventually thrusting the milk pump’s bottle in your pussy vigorously. You can hear Anna's moans and you'd certainly be shouting “yes” and “more” if your mouth weren’t full of nipples and milk.
Even after you were certain you came at strongly a second time, not to mention the multiple smaller ones ever since you brought the nipple to your mouth, you still didn’t feel satiated and continued, to sure enough feel the urge to cum again. The phone rang, but how can you answer when your mouth is full of tits? You admit you had girlfriends in the past high school years, some you made it to second base and sucking on their tits, but none this large, with such puffy darker nipples, or lactating for that matter, let alone in this strange perspective.
You’re so enthralled with this discovery you weren’t certain you heard the door to the larger office space begin to open. You’re ..
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