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“Um, Miss Alexus,” The little foster boy stumbled into my bedroom late one night. “I’m hungry.” His cheeks blushed when I patted the bed beside me.
“Come up here, and call me Mommy.” I shifted so the bulge in my panties was prominent. My fingers stroked over the fabric as I looked at the curious little thing. He licked his lips, and I asked, “Are you ready to earn Mommy’s milk?”