Who's Milking Amber (Part 2) - Nikita Storm - ebook
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Where’s a cop when you really need him? It’s been twelve long months since Frank knocked up his best friend’s wife, Amber. She’s finally ready to offer him his fondest desire: her full, leaky breasts. They book a table at a fancy restaurant and catch a show afterword. With no one in the theater, they begin making out and she lets him know that she’s fertile. That’s when a large, black cop interrupts them. Does Amber take him hard and without protection while her husband impotently watches? Of course you’ll need to take a peek inside to find out. Go ahead, you know you want to. Excerpt: It was the first night that we'd been able to have alone since the birth three months ago. We found a baby sitter, booked ourselves a nice dinner at a secluded restaurant and made plans for a movie afterword. You know the kind of movie - where the only people who attend have little to no interest in the film itself. All throughout dinner we had to consciously stop ourselves from texting the babysitter every five minutes to make sure that the baby was okay. After a while, though - and a bit of wine - we were able to calm down and talk about ourselves. Since that fateful Saturday morning nearly a year ago when she had practically burst into my apartment and set my world on fire, she had left her husband - my best friend - and moved in with me. She didn't give him a reason and he accepted it with a shrug. Once the divorce had been finalized, she was beginning to show and we ended up getting married in a small ceremony with just a few friends and family for the occasion. While we finished up our meal, and decided to cut out to the show early. I don't know if it was the wine or the fact that we hadn't been intimate for a few months, but we started getting a bit cozy. By the time we got to the movie, we were probably laughing a bit too loud and hanging all over each other like newlyweds (which we still were, in a way). The movie wasn't due to start for another thirty minutes or so, but they let us in anyway with a wink and a nod. It was a small room with probably less than fifty seats. We'd chosen this particular movie at this specific time knowing that the chances of anyone else attending were slim to none. We were right. The place was dead empty and - the moment we entered they dimmed the lights and started the commercials. "Looks like it's just the two of us," Amber leaned over and whispered in my ear, her hand surreptitiously moving toward my crotch. "So we are," I turned and kissed her passionately on the lips. I felt my cock stiffen under her long, slender fingers. I felt her grip my shaft and I reciprocated by placing my hands over her engorged, milk-filled breasts. That was when I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were starting to leak all over the place. "I remembered what you said," she kissed my earlobe and whispered in my ear, "about having a thing for lactating women and I just thought that maybe tonight can be the night..." She gave a loud kiss right over my ear and squeezed my cock for emphasis. "If you know what I mean." I looked her in the eye and nearly had an orgasm right then and there. "You're the best, honey," I said as I played with her fat nipples through her milk-drenched top. "I purposefully didn't express myself before we left. I thought you'd appreciate..." she lifted her shirt, "the fullness of my boobies." She laughed when she said the word - probably had a bit too much wine, but that was perfectly okay with me.

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It was the first night that we'd been able to have alone since the birth three months ago. We found a baby sitter, booked ourselves a nice dinner at a secluded restaurant and made plans for a movie afterword. You know the kind of movie - where the only people who attend have little to no interest in the film itself.

All throughout dinner we had to consciously stop ourselves from texting the babysitter every five minutes to make sure that the baby was okay. After a while, though - and a bit of wine - we were able to calm down and talk about ourselves.

Since that fateful Saturday morning nearly a year ago when she had practically burst into my apartment and set my world on fire, she had left her husband - my best friend - and moved in with me. She didn't give him a reason and he accepted it with a shrug.

Once the divorce had been finalized, she was beginning to show and we ended up getting married in a small ceremony with just a few friends and family for the occasion.

While we finished up our meal, and decided to cut out to the show early. I don't know if it was the wine or the fact that we hadn't been intimate for a few months, but we started getting a bit cozy.

By the time we got to the movie, we were probably laughing a bit too loud and hanging all over each other like newlyweds (which we still were, in a way). The movie wasn't due to start for another thirty minutes or so, but they let us in anyway with a wink and a nod.

It was a small room with probably less than fifty seats. We'd chosen this particular movie at this specific time knowing that the chances of anyone else attending were slim to none. We were right. The place was dead empty and - the moment we entered they dimmed the lights and started the commercials.

"Looks like it's just the two of us," Amber leaned over and whispered in my ear, her hand surreptitiously moving toward my crotch.

"So we are," I turned and kissed her passionately on the lips. I felt my cock stiffen under her long, slender fingers. I felt her grip my shaft and I reciprocated by placing my hands over her engorged, milk-filled breasts. That was when I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were starting to leak all over the place.