- Joined
- Apr 17, 2011
Mr. Askley sure didn't expect to see this on his way to lunch: a student of his, a female one at that, having her upper-body nude as she appeared to be milking her breasts. She was a college student; a student in his own class. She can't be pregnant. She's too young to be a mother. This brought the man, Mr. Paul Askley, serious confusion. His eyes were dug deep in the scene, inspecting her body, finding himself both weak and hard at once.
It was a fetish he had. Through his sexual lives, and through pornography, he had a fetish for lactation and breast milk. It really turned him on, and this current situation was being unbearable. To think he could run over there, and screw his student, one that had his fetish as an attachment. So dirty. So taboo. While he was an adult, he was also such a child. Though, only in the desirability. Boys and Men both have desires; boys want toys or videogames, while men like Paul, want something real. He continued looking, probing the situation, trying to find a way to make his way over smoothly, or escape undetected. Forget the latter.
It was a fetish he had. Through his sexual lives, and through pornography, he had a fetish for lactation and breast milk. It really turned him on, and this current situation was being unbearable. To think he could run over there, and screw his student, one that had his fetish as an attachment. So dirty. So taboo. While he was an adult, he was also such a child. Though, only in the desirability. Boys and Men both have desires; boys want toys or videogames, while men like Paul, want something real. He continued looking, probing the situation, trying to find a way to make his way over smoothly, or escape undetected. Forget the latter.