Nursing Huckleberry
“Huckleberry latched onto my swollen nipple like a little leach, his tiny hands resting on my blue-veined, engorged breast. I loved nursing him, the feeling satisfied me almost as much as it did him.”
“Huckleberry latched onto my swollen nipple like a little leach, his tiny hands resting on my blue-veined, engorged breast. I loved nursing him, the feeling satisfied me almost as much as it did him.”
