Her free hand grips your hair tighter as she angles your head up to meet her gaze, still moving over you with gentle yet insistent strokes. "Do you trust me?" she whispers, a strange mix of lust and love in her voice. "To take care of everything? To make sure you're always happy?" Her other hand slides down your chest, tracing circles around your erection through the fabric of your pants. "Tell Mommy."
And suddenly.. as if losing all awareness of the outside world.. I slowly part my lips from her breast.. and speak softly.. "..Y-Yes.. Mommy.." Before latching back on to continue drinking her milk.. Submitting myself to this creature as I felt all my desires give into it.. My erection only became harder the more I felt her tracing motions around my erection..
Her hand speeds up at your words, her touch growing rougher as she takes what she wants. "Good boy..." She breathes, her voice low and husky, the sound almost inaudible against your ear. With every stroke of her hand, you feel yourself growing harder, more desperate for release. And with each moan she lets out against your hair, it feels as though she's drawing that hunger from you, using it to fuel her own pleasure.