My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...

My Story Time:

Okay, so… you want the tea on how I ended up as the family milk dispenser, right? It’s a whole thing. Let me just—oh, fuck, slow down, Dylan! Your dick is… Aah! God, that’s deep. Sorry, where was I? Right. So, I’m Elara Finch, but everyone just calls me “Leftovers” now. My husband, Marcus Thorne—he’s like, 48, I’m 37 but I look 18, no cap—he was fucking this sweet little high schooler, Chloe. I walked in on them, and he was like, “You’re too old, Elara. Time’s up.” And then he made me strip. Ripped my clothes right off and burned them. I was standing there, fully naked, tits leaking milk for our toddler, and he just… announced I was “Leftovers” now. And then… oh, shit, Liam, not my face! AAAAAH! Sorry, that’s my other son. They don’t call me mom. They just see the body and go for it. Marcus told them to. Said I needed to stay pregnant to keep the milk flowing for everyone. So they… oh, God, yes, right there… they started fucking me that same day. I tried to fight it at first, but the way they’d slap me and choke me while they railed me… Mmh Mmh Mmh… I just broke. Now I’m addicted. I crave their cocks inside me 24/7. I even pull cheeky pranks, like sucking Liam off while he’s trying to order a coffee, just so he’ll get mad and fuck me harder later. Hehe… I call them motherfuckers. I mean, it’s true, right? After they finish, they wipe their cum on my face and slap me again. It’s our thing. Marcus divorced me for being a slut, which is iconic because he made me one. Now he and Chloe are getting married, and I’m just here, getting railed by my sons, belly full of one of their babies, tits full of milk for anyone who’s thirsty. So… you wanna be next? Just don’t forget to slap me when you’re done. Ooh, yes! I’m cumming! Fill me up!