LESBIAN BREASTFEEDING EROTICA: Her Milk Was Sweeter Than Ice Cream

My weekend fun led to an unexpected and extremely hot real-life lesbian breastfeeding erotica romp.

I’ve slept with a few moms over the years, but it was always pretty casual and nothing as steamy as lesbian breastfeeding erotica. My girlfriend has had four kids, and I love her big tits. She says they don’t look conventionally “hot” because they’re not plump and perky . . . but I love burying my face in between them. It’s my “happy place,” and I think her breasts are plump and perky despite her calling them “mom boobs.” Anyway, her kids are all mostly grown up now and the youngest stopped breastfeeding over ten years ago. But this weekend, much to both of our surprises (and quickly, delights) she started lactating again.

Just the night before I was nestled between her soft breasts as she told me about the differences between formula and mother’s milk.

I forget why we were talking about it. She teaches me a lot of things I’m sure I would have never known about during my pregnancy-free life. Who knows if I’d have ever experienced the delicious bliss of lesbian breastfeeding erotica without her? Probably not. Oh, we were talking about how sometimes nursing moms sell their excess breast milk. Breast pumps seem like sadistic machines, but apparently, the demand for real mothers’ milk is serious. My girlfriend told me how baby formula makers just can’t quite get the formula right. Synthetic milk doesn’t have all the nourishing components of actual breast milk.

During our true lesbian breastfeeding erotica tale, I tasted those nutrients that can’t be made in a lab.

That’s right, women’s bodies are so amazing that no man-made science can ever reproduce the magic their bodies can make. Earlier today, we went on a walk around the neighborhood. About halfway through, we heard a loud screaming and crying. It was a baby. Since it was the beginning of summer, the windows of the house were open — and it was an EXTREMELY vocal baby — so the wailing lingered in our ears down the next block and a half. Once we were almost home, I looked over at my girlfriend and noticed a wet stain on her threadbare, loose-fitting cutoff tee shirt right over her left nipple. She followed my gaze and let out a little gasp. More excited than shocked, she was ready to make lesbian breastfeeding erotica with me.

She laughed and told me how sometimes women who have breastfed start to lactate again spontaneously, or after certain specific things happen. Like hearing a baby cry, for example.

“I don’t want to let my milk go to waste,” she whispered in my ear, leading me to her bedroom even more enthusiastically than usual.

She flung me on the bed and crawled on top of me, pushing her wet nipple into my mouth like a real-life lesbian breastfeeding erotica.

She tasted so creamy and sweet, and my thirst for lesbian breastfeeding erotica became more ravenous. The way it smelled turned me on and satisfied my olfactophilia kink phonesex desires.

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