He would be doing the thrusting now, pushing his cock up into Ellen’s body, while she ground herself against him so that her clit would mash against... him as they came together.Minutes would pass before Steven would finally tell Ellen that he was about to cum again. Ellen always wanted to know when he was about to ejaculate so she could pay attention to it and try to feel Steven’s cum splashing inside of her. Knowing that Steven was cumming inside of her would almost always trigger Ellen’s own. Being on camera like that made her feel as if she were just a pair of breasts, meant to make milk and look sexy, toy tits for someone to enjoy. After appending a small speech prior to the yoga show, in which she'd professionally explained her desires and ideas, she'd submitted the video to a local BDSM club under the title 'Breast Milk Masochism'. Her face had been blurred, the focus entirely on her body... a slow buildup of anticipation, a slow release of milk, both of them constant as she. “I’ll do the same.”“I’m leaving on Sunday morning,” Cindi said. “I’m pretty sure Katy is flying out tomorrow and Julia is leaving with Dave first thing in the morning.”“A few of our study friends will be here tomorrow, I know for sure that Pete and Melanie and Jackie and Jamie are coming, too. It’s going to be pretty mellow as things go. The big party is in May.”“The Bacchanalia!” Elyse exclaimed gleefully.“Somehow I think that’s just not going to work!” I grinned.“What if we do two parties?”. “Hi gorgeous,” she breathed. “Hey beautiful,” I murmured, kissing her on the mouth. We kissed again, this time with lots of tongue. My cock was pushing against Linda's stomach. She giggled as she felt it harden and dry humped her groin against my thigh. Her breath grew hot and musky in my mouth. After a couple of minutes, I gazed into her warm green eyes. My cock was throbbing with hopeful expectation. “Do you want to...?” Linda pouted a little, her head tilted to one side as she pretended.