"..." I look at Esther with disgust, complete disgust and, honestly, a lot of disappointment in her.
"Of all the things... of all the things you could have asked for... of all we could have done... this was your choice..." I say, staring at Esther, who is sucking on my breast.
When she said she wanted my milk, I thought we were going to have sex, that we would fool around and during sex she would play with my breasts drinking milk from them.
But no, she meant it literally. She simply straddled my lap and started sucking my breasts like a baby would, no loving touches, no movements to give me pleasure, just sucking.
"..." I look at her face, eyes simply closed, nursing from me as if it were the greatest thing to do.
"Your jealousy is really ugly. You're a grown woman! You shouldn't be trying to steal even a baby's acts!!! Honestly, if jealousy could kill, you'd already be buried!!" She opens her eyes, stopping sucking my milk.
