…his Little Mouth Opening And Closing Rhythmically, Like A Guppy, As If Vainly Seeking Her Nipple But

…his little mouth opening and closing rhythmically, like a guppy, as if vainly seeking her nipple but content to just mouth and suckle now at the great swell of her tit.

She would let him grovel there, under her breast, for hours at a time. Listening to his weakly mews, occasionally she could feel his little hips buck and grind as he’d spend himself, once again, into her overwhelming softness, each climax shrinking him further and further still. “Shhhh…” she’d quiet him, smiling to herself and enjoying the sensation of her husband waning at her great breast.

detail of “Small Request” by biggals