With my desired objects fully exposed before me, I knelt down on the rug, cupped both t**s, and mumbled, "Thank you god for letting me see your most successful creation." Aimee stood there as my hands tenderly caressed her beauties. I kissed them gently and then milked her left n****e.
Aimee chuckled, "Sorry, baby, but you finished my milk a long time ago."
"I don't believe you. I think you are too cheap and refuse to nurse me..." She giggled.
My face began sliding lower, kissing her bulging belly.
She commented, "Sorry, but I am not a beauty queen."
I removed my lips from her tummy and said, "Woman, you better talk nicely about my love or I'll have to punish you!"
Aimee smiled, "You won't dare."
I didn't answer, and continued my descent toward her mound. Her thick, triangular, brow
