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My fingers dug into the soft mass of tit flesh squeezing and kneading at the soft and firmer textures of her breast. There was a mass of the fat and glands behind her nipple in my bite and I could tell I had a significant grip. The sharp taste of blood and serum flooded my tongue, the hard crust of the healing scabbing opening on my licking tongue. I had relaxed my hand letting Lena’s head lift enough that even though my glans was still in her mouth a lot of drool and goo were being coughed up on me. They were by no means invulnerable or immortal in any way and they did die when their implanted egg was ready to hatch, or when it suited my purposes.
