Cradling her rounded belly, the naked woman answered. The sunrise perfectly cast curvaceous shadows of her expecting body.

“Package for me?” she purred, attempting to use innuendo to separate the young man from his mission. She then cupped her breasts, gently massaging one nipple to express a succulent drop.

“The juice is worth the squeeze.” She winked. “I promise.”

Horny lactating cougars. Never stands a chance. Fulfilling his soon-to-be-failed resolution would wait (again) another year.

Sorry for the last minute entry. Busy shovelling snow up here. Took a break. Saw the post. Got the idea.

Fun competition. Excellent test to make every word count. Congrats to all that entered, especially to those chosen by Kimmi’s judge.

Good on you for organizing this, Kimmi. Thank you. 🥰

PEACH

While brushing the fuzz against her lips, the fruit’s aroma transported Jesse back to a summer passed. Horny sixteens. Impetuous times. Lost in the moment, Jesse pressed her pointed tongue into the enticing seam, releasing a sigh and her lover’s juicy memory.

“Hey, fruit fucker!”

Startled, Jesse opened her eyes to an anxious cashier, and a line of summer travellers who too had stopped to sample local vineyard treats.

Oops.