Michelle Gross

the table. His tongue flicked out, teeth caught and tugged just enough…Panting, I grabbed his hair again. He sucked and lapped giving each nipple attention. When I heard Elijah swallowing, it registered. He

“Whatcha’ lookin’ at?” The kid had some serious beef with me, but I was staring directly at them. For fuck’s sake, how did a grown man get a three, maybe five-year-old enemy?

“And it’s not exactly like our relationship is innocent. I’ve seen a little side boob.”
I gawked at him. “God bless America! It’s called breastfeeding.”
“A tit is a tit, even if it’s being used for nursing.”