Brooke’s Baby Gets A Reward (Part 2)

(Part 1) Finally, after Brooke was slick with spit and her muscles clenching down on nothing, Greg slipped his tongue inside her ass, and at the same time, he slipped a finger inside of her pussy. She cried out, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and ecstasy. It felt so good; she didn’t want him to stop!
Greg worked his tongue inside her, exploring every inch of her tight passage. He could feel the walls of her ass contracting around his tongue, squeezing it tightly. It was an incredible sensation, one that made his own arousal even more unbearable. But he didn’t care; all he wanted was to please her, to make her come undone beneath him.
Brooke’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with each thrust of Greg’s tongue. He was thrusting three fingers inside her throbbing pussy now, and she could feel the pressure building inside her, a wave of pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm her. She knew she was close, so close to the edge. All she needed was a little more…
“Faster, baby,” she gasped, her voice strained. “I need it faster.”
Greg complied immediately, increasing the speed of his thrusts. His tongue moved in and out of her asshole with renewed vigor, each stroke bringing her closer to the brink and his fingers jackrabbiting inside her, making squelching noises with how soaking wet her pussy was. Brooke’s hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into the bedspread as she worked her hips back and forth.
The sensations were too intense for her to hold them back. With a final, desperate cry, she let go, her body convulsing as she came hard.
Greg felt the contractions around his tongue and fingers, letting him know that she was climaxing. He didn’t stop what he was doing, determined to bring her as much pleasure as possible. The way she screamed as she kept coming was enough for him to jerk and moan nearly as loud as Mommy as he came in his diaper.
Greg pulled his tongue out of her ass, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He leaned his forehead against her ass cheek, both of them twitching from aftershocks.
Brooke slowly straightened up, turning to face him. Her hair was damp with sweat, sticking to her forehead. But her eyes were bright with satisfaction, a smile playing on her lips.
“You did so good, baby,” she whispered,
reaching down to cup his cheek. “Mommy’s so proud of you.”
Greg smiled up at her, feeling a surge of pride at her words. “Thank you, Mommy,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Brooke leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Now, let’s get both of us cleaned up,” she said, her tone softening. “You’ve earned a nice, long nap.”
Greg nodded, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He was tired, but it was a good kind of tired from doing something right. As Brooke helped him to his feet, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. He had done his job well; now it was time to rest.

Mommy Brooke

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