Mr. Remington tried to keep it together, but I saw the way his eyes went wide. He came over to me, his voice all shaky, and was like, "Anita, are you okay?" I just shook my head, my nipples aching and leaking through my uniform. I low-key grabbed his hand and pressed it against my chest, and OMG, the relief was instant. He didn't pull away. His fingers squeezed my tit, and a stream of milk shot out, totally soaking his shirt. "Fuck," he breathed, and that was all the permission I needed. I yanked down my skirt, my swollen cunt on full display, and begged, "You have to help me, please." He dropped to his knees right there, his tongue on my clit, and I came so hard I saw stars, my milk spraying everywhere. It was chaotic, messy, and high-key the hottest thing that's ever happened to me, period.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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