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Chapter 77: Side Story 2 - Junior Sexual Adventure 2

Chapter 77: Side Story 2 - Junior Sexual Adventure 2

But then she pushed him back, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. Before he could protest, she sank to her knees in front of him, her hands sliding up his thighs. His cock twitched, already longing for her mouth, and she didn’t disappoint.

Her lips wrapped around the head, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip, and Junior let out a choked groan. She took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her hand working the base. Junior’s hands fisted in her hair, his hips jerking involuntarily as she worked him over.

But then she did something that nearly made him lose it. She pulled back, her breasts pressing together around his shaft, and squeezed. Streams of milk spilled out, coating his cock, and Junior swore as she began to move, her tits sliding up and down his slick length.

"Fuck... your tits are amazing," he groaned, his voice rough with need.

She grinned up at him, her nipples still dripping as she worked him over. "Do you like that, baby? Do you like my milk all over your cock?"

"Yes," he hissed, his hips thrusting into her grip. "God, yes..."

She moaned, her tongue darting out to lick at the tip every time she reached the top, and Junior felt his control slipping. He was close. So damn close.

"Keep going," he urged, his hands tightening in her hair. "I’m gonna cum..."

She increased her pace, her breasts squeezing tighter, and Junior let out a guttural groan as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. Thick ropes of cum shot out, coating her tits and chin, and she didn’t stop until he was completely spent.

When she finally pulled back, her lips swollen and slick, she looked up at him with a sly smile. "How was that?"

Junior could only laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Fucking incredible."

She giggled, climbing back onto the bed beside him, and Junior pulled her close, his fingers trailing lazily over her skin. But even as exhaustion began to creep in, he knew one thing for sure—this was just the beginning.

She nestled against him, her body warm and pliant under his touch. Her breath was soft against his chest, her fingers tracing idle circles on his skin. Junior felt a mix of satisfaction and curiosity brewing inside him. He turned to look at her, his eyes catching hers in the dim light of the room.

"I never caught your name," he said, his voice low and rough from the intensity of what they’d just shared.

She smiled softly, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "Becca," she said, her voice carrying a hint of shyness that made her seem even more alluring. "And you’re Junior, right?"

He nodded, letting his fingers run through her dark, slightly tangled hair. The way she looked at him—grateful, hungry, almost reverent—sent a fresh wave of heat through him. She was everything he’d imagined in his dream and more. Vulnerable yet daring, soft yet fierce.

"Never met anyone like you," he admitted, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "You’re... something else."

Becca’s smile deepened, and she shifted closer, her breasts pressing against his side. The warmth of her skin against his made his pulse quicken. She propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes glinting with mischief as she looked down at him.

"Junior," she began, her voice dropping to a sultry tone that sent shivers down his spine, "tell me something. Have you ever had a tittyjob before?"

The question caught him off guard, and he let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. "No," he admitted. "Can’t say I have."

Her lips curved into a sly grin, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Well, you’re about to."

Before he could respond, she slid her body down the bed, her hands trailing over his chest and stomach. His muscles tensed under her touch, his breathing growing heavier as she positioned herself between his legs. She glanced up at him, her eyes locking with his, and then she lowered her face, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his already hardening cock.

God, she’s good, he thought, his head falling back against the pillow as she took him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around him, warm and wet, and she began to move, her tongue swirling expertly around his shaft. But it wasn’t long before she pulled back, leaving him throbbing and desperate for more.

Becca sat up, her hands moving to the front clasp of her bra. With a practiced ease, she unhooked it, letting her full, heavy breasts spill free. Junior couldn’t help but stare, his mouth going dry as he noticed the faintest trickle of milk escaping one of her nipples. She caught him looking and smirked, reaching up to squeeze her breast gently. A thin stream of milk dribbled down her hand, and she let out a soft laugh.

"Like what you see?" she teased, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

Junior swallowed hard, his cock twitching against his stomach. "Fuck, yeah," he managed to mutter, his voice thick with desire.

She grinned, leaning forward to position her breasts on either side of his length. The feel of her soft, warm skin against his shaft was enough to make him groan, but when she pressed them together, trapping him snugly between her cleavage, he nearly lost it.

"Relax," she purred, her hands massaging her own flesh as she began to move. Her breasts slid up and down his cock, the friction delicious and maddening. She leaned down, her lips wrapping around the tip once more, and the combination of her mouth and tits working in tandem drove him wild.

But then she did something he didn’t expect. Pulling back slightly, she squeezed her breasts harder, forcing more milk to bead at her nipples. She let the liquid pool onto his shaft, using it as a slick, natural lube. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt—warm, wet, and utterly intoxicating.

"That’s it," she murmured, her voice husky as she continued to milk herself onto him. "Feel how good it is, baby. Let me take care of you."

Junior’s hands gripped the sheets, his hips lifting instinctively as she increased her pace. Her breasts were so soft, so perfect, and the way she used her milk to enhance the experience was nothing short of mind-blowing. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, watching as she worked him over with a skill and determination that left him breathless.

"Fuck, Becca," he groaned, his voice strained. "This is... fucking amazing."

She glanced up at him, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "You haven’t seen anything yet," she promised, her tone dripping with sinful intent.

As if to prove her point, she tightened her grip on her breasts, milking herself more forcefully this time. The excess dripped down his cock, pooling at the base before running down to his balls. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel his orgasm building already, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in his gut.

"Jesus," he gasped, his entire body tense. "I’m not gonna last much longer."

"Good," she whispered, her eyes locked on his as she increased the speed of her movements. "Let go, Junior. Come for me."

It was all the encouragement he needed. With a guttural cry, he came hard, his release spilling onto her chest and mixing with the milk still dripping from her nipples. She didn’t stop until he was completely spent, her hands finally releasing their grip as she sat back, panting slightly.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Then Becca laughed softly, wiping at the mess on her chest with her fingers. She brought them to her lips, tasting the mixture of cum and milk, and Junior watched, transfixed, as her tongue darted out to clean her skin.

"You taste so good," she murmured, her eyes dark with lust. "I bet we could do even better next time."

Junior could barely form words, his mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. All he could manage was a weak nod, his body completely drained yet buzzing with anticipation for whatever she had planned next.

Becca climbed back up the bed, settling beside him once more. She traced a finger down his chest, her touch feather-light but electric. "You know," she said, her voice low and teasing, "we could always find somewhere more private. Somewhere we wouldn’t be interrupted."

Junior raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued despite his exhaustion. "A hotel?" he guessed, his voice hoarse.

She nodded, her smile widening. "Exactly. What do you say, Junior? Ready to see what else I can do?"

Junior didn’t plan on stopping. Not anytime soon. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to pound into her. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, and Junior growled, his own release building fast.