As my wife was away, my sister-in-law offered to help me pump milk for the baby. She arrived at our home, and I immediately felt a rush of heat seeing her again. Her soft curves filled out a tight blouse, accentuating her full breasts.
Without saying a word, she took control, guiding me through the process. Our hands brushed against each other, sending shivers down my spine. Her breathing became more labored as she watched me struggle with the pump.
Finally, she offered to switch, suggesting that maybe she could pump more effectively for me. It was then that she leaned over, exposing her lace-covered nipple just inches from my lips. Unable to resist any longer, I lunged forward and captured it between my teeth, sucking gently while running my hands along her silky skin.
She mo ansured and purred in delight.
