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The morning light poured gently through the pavilion curtains, warm and golden, wrapping around us like a soft blanket. Elizabeth was still on top of me, her slick, cum-filled pussy gently squeezing around my softening cock as we both caught our breath. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest, warm and soft, with little trails of milk still leaking from her nipples onto my skin. I could feel every small shift of her body, every flutter of her walls around me.
She leaned down, her silver hair falling around my face like a curtain, and kissed me slow and deep, her tongue tasting faintly sweet from the milk I'd been drinking all night.
"Mmm… my sweet boy," she whispered against my lips, rolling her hips in a lazy circle so I stayed nestled deep inside her. "Mommy's womb is so full of you. I love feeling your seed sloshing around every time I move."
I groaned softly and gripped her plump ass, pulling her down harder. "Then don't stop moving, Mom…"
