My husband jostles my shoulder, until, finally I stir from my deep sleep.As any new mom will tell you, sleep, especially deep sleep, is a precious commodity. One that is not to be lightly disturbed. I'm more than tired. I'm exhausted. The last two months have taken its toll on me."Huh? What?" I mumble.Groggy, I open my eyes.Rubbing them, it takes me a few seconds to focus on the red LED display of the bedside clock. It reads 3:15. 3:15 AM.* I turn my head and find my husband standing there, holding our daughter."Honey, our girl needs you.* She was stirring and I think she's hungry. I've already changed her."My brief flirtation with passive anger passes. I want*to lash out, but I quickly realize that this is the new normal.*I'm blessed to have such a wonderful husband and
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escort izmir otele gelen my husband standing there, mesmerized, as he watches his daughter nurse.* He'd never really been a mazophiliac before. Oh, sure he noticed my breasts. He'd paid adequate attention to them. However, he had always been more of a leg and ass man.* It wasn't until our daughter was born that he took more of an interest in my boobs.* Actually, it wasn't my tits that he was infatuated with.* He had become a lactophiliac. It was the act of lactation that enthralled him.Burping our daughter, he takes her from me and carries her back to the nursey before returning to our room.***Climbing back into bed, it doesn't take long for things to heat up.* His
buca escort kiss is all it took to spark the tender.* The smoldering passions quickly burst into flame. Sleep is something forgotten.* Sexual desire, now burning, is consuming us both.* His mouth moves from my lips to my neck, which, he knows, drives me crazy.My hand slides down to grasp his manhood. It pulsates between my fingers, curled around it.I tilt my head back as his kisses move from my neck to my chest.* My heart is beating faster, my breathing quickening as a result.I gasp as my husband sucks the teat into his mouth and begins suckling.* Just as our daughter had just done, minutes earlier. The sensation is familiar, yet different. I struggle to comprehend what is happening. I'm confused. Perhaps it is because his behavior is so unexpected. Regardless, I sigh and find the suction both stimulating and relaxing.With eyes closed, I feel his hardened manhood still throbbing.* My soft moans and sighs fill the bedroom as my husband continues to milk my tit while I begin to trace the fingers of my other hand through his hair.
