Don't Forget the Milk! (Hucow Lactation Age Gap Milking Breast Feeding Adult Nursing Age Difference XXX Erotica)

It won't take long to empty my leaky breasts…

That's what Jen thought as she raced to the grocery store restroom, fresh milk running down her shirt. It was just her luck that both restrooms were being serviced. Out of luck and time, she sneaks into the restroom…only to find a big, hunky naked black man cleaning the floors.
Will Jen turn around and leave like a proper wife? Or will she tempt fate and express herself in front of his hungry, watchful gaze?
I think you already know the answer to that :) so come on in and have a little fun with Jen and her new black friend in this wicked story. Oh, and bring protection, because he didn't.

Excerpt:

I couldn't believe it! As a milking mother, I know about how long I can go without having to express myself. But, for some reason, today was different.

I left hubby at home with the baby and stepped out to get some exercise. When I was finished, I thought that I would head on over to the store and grab some things.

Wouldn't you know it – halfway through my shopping and my breasts decide to start leaking. This was a problem because I hadn't brought any cups to catch the milk in. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed my predicament and was grateful that they hadn't.

As quickly as I could without making a scene, I hurried to the ladies room where I figured that I would be able to relieve some of the pressure – enough at least until I got home. I had several days worth of milk stored up in the fridge, so I wasn't worried about losing any.

However, I was stopped dead in my tracks by those little yellow signs that told me that the restrooms were closed. Not only was the women's restroom off-limits, but so was the men's. Usually it was one or the other, not both.

Frustration built up inside of me as I thought about my options. I could finish shopping and hope that my leaking breasts don't start a river. I could leave my shopping cart, get in the car and express myself at home. Or…

I furtively glanced around to see if anyone was watching. A clerk walked past me and smiled and I waved at him and waited until he was out of my view. When I was satisfied that no one was around, I crept to the door and slowly opened it.

I'm sure I wasn't the first person to cross the yellow line and I probably wasn't going to be the last one. Whether this could be deemed an emergency or not, I wasn't sure. All I knew is that I needed to get this breast milk out of me so that I could continue shopping.

I cringed as the door creaked when it opened and prayed to whichever God would listen that no one would be inside. I figured if there was a cleaning lady, I could just explain my situation, tell her I would only be a few minutes and be on my way.

Unfortunately, that wasn't what happened.

For a minute, I completely forgot what I had come in there for. I was stunned to see a very tall, very muscular naked black man cleaning the floor as he whistled a tune.

As some of my milk began to drip down onto my belly, I forced myself to enter the room. I couldn't help it if some weirdo was in there mopping in the buff, I needed to get in there and get rid of some of this milk.