This is the sequel to No Hard Feelings.
Jennifer Lawrence – Maddie
Millie Bobby Brown – Daisy
Scarlett Johansson – Lyra
***
Maddie tapped gently on a pink door, its color radiating a girlish charm.
A slight figure appeared, dressed in a yellow bra that highlighted her delicate, petite bosom. Her orange floral skirt cascaded to just above her knees.
Speaking in a tone akin to addressing a child, Maddie greeted her, “Hello there, Daisy, is that your name?”
In an abrupt move, Daisy forcefully shut the door, her words cutting through the air, “You’re the whore Mommy ordered for me.”
Maddie felt so embarassed. This girl was gonna be so hard to handle.
Maddie knocked again, “At least listen, Daisy.”
No response.
Maddie wondered, maybe trying ‘THE MOMMY’ approach might help, “Daisy baby. Mommy needs to talk. Mommy wants her Baby. Don’t your want Moooommmy?”
Maddie uttered the last “Mommy,” her voice carried a sensual moan that added an unexpected heat to the atmosphere. This alluring sound prompted Daisy to crack the door slightly open.
A playful grin stretched across Maddie’s lips in response.
Daisy relented, “Alright, you’ve got five minutes. Come in.”
Stepping inside, Maddie found herself in a spacious room, adorned with opulent furnishings. Yet, there was something unusual about the room’s decor — the walls were adorned with photos of Lyra.
None of the images were explicit or nude, but each one held a suggestive undertone. Many featured Lyra with alluring glimpses of cleavage, a visual narrative that painted a sensual picture.
Amidst the collection of photographs, one image stood out to Maddie in a unique way. This particular picture featured Daisy donning a black bikini, seated side by side with Lyra on a couch. Her fingers were gripping a towel precariously, the image suggested a tantalizing vulnerability, implying the possibility that she might not be wearing anything beneath. The laughter they shared formed a tangible bond, portraying a genuine and engaging connection.
Merely gazing upon that photo could even make a straight woman horny. It’s likely that Daisy had turned to that image on various occasions for masturbation.
Maddie asked, “A big fan of your Mom?”
Daisy said, “She is so lovable, caring and fuckable.”
Daisy spoke about Lyra in such a casual tone, like it was no big thing.
Maddie said, “You know why your Mom hired me.”
Daisy said in an obvious tone, “To cure my fetish. You might be doing some role play. Be my mommy or something?”
Maddie was impressed. “So, I guess you know everything.”
Daisy said, “I don’t want you to do anything. Please go. My Mom is a Milf. Approaching forties. You are not even a proper Milf. A more accurate description would be a “Transitioning Milf,” at best.”
Maddie at all times liked people to call her young. But they way Daisy described her kinda felt hurtful.
Maddie said, “You gave me five minutes–.”
Daisy reminded, “you just have three left.”
“You have a baby bottle?”
“What?”
“You have it. Give it to me.”
Daisy reluctantly took a transparent baby bottle from her drawer and gave it to Maddie.
Maddie said, “Bathroom?”
Daisy said, “Are you gonna pee in it?”
Maddie said, “Would you like to drink my pee?”
Daisy said, pointing at the bathroom door, “Ewww. Go. There.”
Maddie went inside the bathroom, closed the door.
She came back after two minutes, the bottle was half-filled with milk.
Daisy said, “What is that?”
Maddie said, “My Milk. Drink it.”
Daisy couldn’t withstand. She had a massive craving for breast milk. But she didn’t show any excitement.
Maddie said, “Drink it. If you like it. I will be your Mommy for 24 hours. If you don’t, I’ll just leave.”
Daisy faked a disgusting face, “I’ll hate it for sure.”
Daisy took the bottle.
With a subtle grace, she brought the nipple of the bottle to her lips. Positioning herself comfortably, she allowed her lips to make contact with the smooth surface. Her tongue, attuned to the tactile sensation, delicately brushed against the silicone, exploring its texture.
She applied a gentle suction, a quiet sigh escaped her parted lips, betraying the faint pleasure she derived from the experience.
Maddie looked at Daisy’s soft lips. She felt kinda hot for her, she had never fucked such a hot and little girl before.
JUST HAD TO FEED HER.
That’s why Lyra said.
That was her job.
As she continued to draw the nipple deeper into her mouth, her cheeks subtly hollowed with the rhythm of her movements, and the soft sound of suction echoed in the air.
The bottle was finished.
Maddie said, “So fast. I think you loved it.”
Daisy lied with a naughty smile, “It was okay. But I could give it a try with you being by Mommy.”
Maddie said, “Done. So rule no. 1, you’ll call me Mommy for the next 24 hours.”
Daisy nodded.
Maddie continued, “Rule No. 2, you will do everything I say as an obedient daughter.”
Daisy said, “Come on, you can’t be serious.”
Maddie said, “Good daughters always listen to their Moms.”
Daisy wasn’t sure, but she nodded.
Maddie said, “Rule No. 3 is basically for me. Mommy will quench your hunger and thirst for the next 24 hours.”
IT WAS 4 PM.
This is the sequel to No Hard Feelings.
Jennifer Lawrence – Maddie
Millie Bobby Brown – Daisy
Scarlett Johansson – Lyra
***
Maddie tapped gently on a pink door, its color radiating a girlish charm.
A slight figure appeared, dressed in a yellow bra that highlighted her delicate, petite bosom. Her orange floral skirt cascaded to just above her knees.
Speaking in a tone akin to addressing a child, Maddie greeted her, “Hello there, Daisy, is that your name?”
In an abrupt move, Daisy forcefully shut the door, her words cutting through the air, “You’re the whore Mommy ordered for me.”
Maddie felt so embarassed. This girl was gonna be so hard to handle.
Maddie knocked again, “At least listen, Daisy.”
No response.
Maddie wondered, maybe trying ‘THE MOMMY’ approach might help, “Daisy baby. Mommy needs to talk. Mommy wants her Baby. Don’t your want Moooommmy?”
Maddie uttered the last “Mommy,” her voice carried a sensual moan that added an unexpected heat to the atmosphere. This alluring sound prompted Daisy to crack the door slightly open.
A playful grin stretched across Maddie’s lips in response.
Daisy relented, “Alright, you’ve got five minutes. Come in.”
Stepping inside, Maddie found herself in a spacious room, adorned with opulent furnishings. Yet, there was something unusual about the room’s decor — the walls were adorned with photos of Lyra.
None of the images were explicit or nude, but each one held a suggestive undertone. Many featured Lyra with alluring glimpses of cleavage, a visual narrative that painted a sensual picture.
Amidst the collection of photographs, one image stood out to Maddie in a unique way. This particular picture featured Daisy donning a black bikini, seated side by side with Lyra on a couch. Her fingers were gripping a towel precariously, the image suggested a tantalizing vulnerability, implying the possibility that she might not be wearing anything beneath. The laughter they shared formed a tangible bond, portraying a genuine and engaging connection.
Merely gazing upon that photo could even make a straight woman horny. It’s likely that Daisy had turned to that image on various occasions for masturbation.
Maddie asked, “A big fan of your Mom?”
Daisy said, “She is so lovable, caring and fuckable.”
Daisy spoke about Lyra in such a casual tone, like it was no big thing.
Maddie said, “You know why your Mom hired me.”
Daisy said in an obvious tone, “To cure my fetish. You might be doing some role play. Be my mommy or something?”
Maddie was impressed. “So, I guess you know everything.”
Daisy said, “I don’t want you to do anything. Please go. My Mom is a Milf. Approaching forties. You are not even a proper Milf. A more accurate description would be a “Transitioning Milf,” at best.”
Maddie at all times liked people to call her young. But they way Daisy described her kinda felt hurtful.
Maddie said, “You gave me five minutes–.”
Daisy reminded, “you just have three left.”
“You have a baby bottle?”
“What?”
“You have it. Give it to me.”
Daisy reluctantly took a transparent baby bottle from her drawer and gave it to Maddie.
Maddie said, “Bathroom?”
Daisy said, “Are you gonna pee in it?”
Maddie said, “Would you like to drink my pee?”
Daisy said, pointing at the bathroom door, “Ewww. Go. There.”
Maddie went inside the bathroom, closed the door.
She came back after two minutes, the bottle was half-filled with milk.
Daisy said, “What is that?”
Maddie said, “My Milk. Drink it.”
Daisy couldn’t withstand. She had a massive craving for breast milk. But she didn’t show any excitement.
Maddie said, “Drink it. If you like it. I will be your Mommy for 24 hours. If you don’t, I’ll just leave.”
Daisy faked a disgusting face, “I’ll hate it for sure.”
Daisy took the bottle.
With a subtle grace, she brought the nipple of the bottle to her lips. Positioning herself comfortably, she allowed her lips to make contact with the smooth surface. Her tongue, attuned to the tactile sensation, delicately brushed against the silicone, exploring its texture.
She applied a gentle suction, a quiet sigh escaped her parted lips, betraying the faint pleasure she derived from the experience.
Maddie looked at Daisy’s soft lips. She felt kinda hot for her, she had never fucked such a hot and little girl before.
JUST HAD TO FEED HER.
That’s why Lyra said.
That was her job.
As she continued to draw the nipple deeper into her mouth, her cheeks subtly hollowed with the rhythm of her movements, and the soft sound of suction echoed in the air.
The bottle was finished.
Maddie said, “So fast. I think you loved it.”
Daisy lied with a naughty smile, “It was okay. But I could give it a try with you being by Mommy.”
Maddie said, “Done. So rule no. 1, you’ll call me Mommy for the next 24 hours.”
Daisy nodded.
Maddie continued, “Rule No. 2, you will do everything I say as an obedient daughter.”
Daisy said, “Come on, you can’t be serious.”
Maddie said, “Good daughters always listen to their Moms.”
Daisy wasn’t sure, but she nodded.
Maddie said, “Rule No. 3 is basically for me. Mommy will quench your hunger and thirst for the next 24 hours.”
IT WAS 4 PM.
