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Tears rolled down Quess’ cheeks as she drank from Mirai’s full, sagging breasts. The girl sniffled in between harsh sucks. Her hands eagerly groped and squeezed them, her fingers practically being sucked into the dreamlike flesh. She didn’t remember the last time she was this close to someone. The warmth, the soft give of a mother’s body against her firmer planes, the musky floral scent of Mirai’s perfume, and the weight of her body against her face were all things that Quess secretly wanted from anyone, absolutely anyone, at all, but was too afraid to ask for it.
Thankfully, the Noa Family was more than happy to take her in.
Mirai’s fingers combed through Quess’ seafoam locks as she hummed a lullaby. Was it one that she sang to Cheimin and Hathaway? It wasn’t one that Quess had heard before, but it filled her with such peace that she never wanted to be anywhere else.
Milk rushed from Mirai’s dusky nipples and flooded Quess’ hungry mouth. It was sweet and creamy. Unlike anything she had ever had before. Not even the most luxurious desserts from around the world could compare. It filled her with such want that she didn’t know how to articulate it.
“Are you okay?” Mirai asked.
Reluctantly, Quess pulled her mouth away with a ‘pop’ that echoed throughout the quarters. She swallowed. Heat licked at her skin under her clothes and her cunt throbbed with need. Her slim thighs crossed over each other as words knotted with each other in her throat. For once, the hot-blooded girl had nothing to say.
A soft chuckle escaped the mother.
Her thumb ran along the apple of Quess’ cheek, gently swiping away any lingering tears, before craning forward. The intense weight of her massive breasts pressed against the girl’s face. She gasped for air as Mirai’s breath tickled the shell of her ear.
“I think I know... Hathaway is the same way.”
Quess blinked.
A gasp tore itself from her throat as Mirai’s hand glided down her slim body and slipped between her legs. Long, calloused fingers ran along her clothed slit. It only took a few strokes until arousal seeped through the thin cotton and stained Mirai’s fingertips. The woman chuckled softly as she straightened her posture and sweet oxygen flooded Quess’ lungs.
“So wet already. You’re a good girl, Quess,” Mirai whispered. “Such a good, sweet girl.”
Tears once again stung at Quess’ eyes at the matronly woman’s sweet words. Eagerly, she captured Mirai’s nipple into her mouth again and suckled hard. Mira cooed softly, her experienced fingers tugging the slick panties to the side and plunging a finger inside. Quess’ tight walls gripped onto the digit. Mirai stroked along her upper wall as the heel of her hand gently ground against her stiff clit. Quess moaned around the milky nipple. Her hips bucked wildly into Mirai’s hand, grinding against her wrist and adding more fuel to that wild fire burning inside of her.
Then it all came to a spiralling end.
Slick juices gushed onto Mirai’s busy hand. Her walls twitched and squeezed around her finger as her clit throbbed. She cried out, the almost pathetic sound was just barely muffled by the soft breast against her face. Panting, she fell limp atop Mirai’s lap, mild tremors wracking her slim body, as she floated down from heaven.
“Good girl,” Mirai murmured and kissed the girl goodnight.
