Dairy Duo
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Book Details
Author(s)
Lyla Luray
Publisher
Lyla Luray
ISBN / ASIN
B00DVDT5S6
ISBN-13
978B00DVDT5S7
Marketplace
France 🇫🇷
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Description
Two stories about the benefits of milk, previously published and now collected in one bargain bundle. Also includes a bonus exclusive epilogue!
This steamy collection about unconventional love and passion totals 16,000 words.
EXCERPT:
"Not a lot of people know this," Lana murmured, "but nursing is actually a little bit of a turn-on."
I swallowed. "Wow. Um, really?"
"I was so surprised at first—thought something was wrong with me. But it makes sense. I'm pretty sensitive normally, but it's on overdrive now. Anything touching my breasts is incredibly stimulating. Sometimes when Mr. Jameson gets home he barely has time to get in the door before I'm all over him. It's torture during the day."
I felt kind of like I was under torture myself. "Gosh," I said, stupidly. I couldn't imagine fifty year old Mr. Jameson, with his gray hair and paunchy belly, keeping up with her.
She laughed. "I'm embarrassing you again. Sorry." She glanced up at me through her long eyelashes. "And—oh! Here I go exposing myself again as well. You must be getting quite a view from up there."
I tried to be cool about it, but the playful chuckle I attempted came out high-pitched and shaky. "I don't mind."
"Well, good, because if you keep looking you'll see even more. Time to switch."
And just like that, she pulled the baby away from one breast and moved him to the other.
And then didn't bother covering up the first one....
This steamy collection about unconventional love and passion totals 16,000 words.
EXCERPT:
"Not a lot of people know this," Lana murmured, "but nursing is actually a little bit of a turn-on."
I swallowed. "Wow. Um, really?"
"I was so surprised at first—thought something was wrong with me. But it makes sense. I'm pretty sensitive normally, but it's on overdrive now. Anything touching my breasts is incredibly stimulating. Sometimes when Mr. Jameson gets home he barely has time to get in the door before I'm all over him. It's torture during the day."
I felt kind of like I was under torture myself. "Gosh," I said, stupidly. I couldn't imagine fifty year old Mr. Jameson, with his gray hair and paunchy belly, keeping up with her.
She laughed. "I'm embarrassing you again. Sorry." She glanced up at me through her long eyelashes. "And—oh! Here I go exposing myself again as well. You must be getting quite a view from up there."
I tried to be cool about it, but the playful chuckle I attempted came out high-pitched and shaky. "I don't mind."
"Well, good, because if you keep looking you'll see even more. Time to switch."
And just like that, she pulled the baby away from one breast and moved him to the other.
And then didn't bother covering up the first one....
