Diary: Forbidden Milk
Britney’s Diary - March 2nd, 2026
A quiet workday from home, no pesky meetings to interrupt my topless freedom. Skipped the blouse entirely, letting my full, heavy breasts hang loose, nipples perking in the cool air as I typed away at my desk. The sway of them against my arms sent little jolts of heat to my core, pussy already humming with lazy arousal. Around noon, a firm knock echoed, peeking through the peephole, there he was: the missionary, all earnest eyes and pressed shirt, solo this time. No backup to cramp his style.
