Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180824203541/@comment-36855838-20180908134424

I look on in generic horror, not quite sure who my bride to be is, or even what.

One of life's lovely presents, I have been lonely lately.

Ah, a vamp mosquito.

She looms over me, her large breasts swaying gently beneath her.

Slowly, slowly, sloowly she lowers herself down, laying on top of me.

So soft, so squishy.

Feeling hard, feeling needy, she picks up on it and grinds against me.

Joined forthwith, after some scrambling.

A fluffy organ is in my face, she's gently kissing my chest.

It feels so soft, so I nuzzle it.

She kicks it from zero to bull rider in half a second.

I'm enjoying every second, an-

Is that milk?

Don't mind if I do.

Tastes great, turns my genitals into a firehose though.

Well, guess I'm a dad now, too.

She's sucking rather pleasurably on my neck, it's indescribably good.

Oop, hard again.

Round two, fuck!

- - - - - -

6 months later.

This room has become our little love nest, and my bathtub has been commandeered for the children.

Our 6th clutch is in there now, swimming as little adorable wormy larvae.

My darling is milking herself into the tub, again, it dilutes into the water and they all somehow get enough.

She's back in a flash, right on top of me, feeding me more milk.

She's gotten a plump rear and wide, curvy hips since we met.

Once I finish drinking from her, she drinks from me.

She explained it like this, cows are a machine which turn grass into steak, humans are a machine which turn food into blood, and, she makes milk for me and her daughters.

So, my blood is something she needs because her diet does not otherwise provide something in it, which her body either can't or won't make for itself.

All i needed to know was that it felt amazing, but as caring as she is, she wants her darling to be in the know about things.