Thirst for Milk

Contains explicit scenes, only for adults!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older.

Excerpt:

Helen still stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. She was kind of mad at Vanessa because she had just taken those pills that had already caused so much trouble, but she also wanted to help her friend. Helen knew best how uncomfortable it was, this swollen feeling in the breasts, and Vanessa had helped her so much with that.

Helen took a step toward Vanessa, and then she felt it herself. She hadn’t taken the pills in a few days, but their effect was still there and until that went away completely, she had to help herself somehow, or let herself be helped. And it was time to do something about her milk-filled tits again.

She took of her top and came closer. She would have wished Vanessa didn’t take the pills, but being honest with herself, she wanted to feel what it was like…to taste Vanessa. Sure, she had tasted her own milk, but it didn’t seem to have the same effect on her as it had on Vanessa.