I Love Your Writing! Just One Thing About The Most Recent Concept: Breast Milk Doesn’t Have A Spoiled
I love your writing! Just one thing about the most recent concept: breast milk doesn’t have a spoiled milk taste. It’s sweet! Taste like a heavily sweetened almond milk. Babies would not drink it otherwise lol.
Can last at room temperature (77°F or colder) for up to 4 hours. In the refrigerator for up to 4 days. In the freezer for about 6 months is best; up to 12 months is acceptable.
thank you for educating me on this! before I wrote it i looked up how it would taste and the answers i got were similar to what you said.
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“oh gosh…” you moaned as your finger nails slide down the mans back, his arm under yours as you laid on your back. His fingers having a grip on your grey pillows. Your arms had no choice but to go over his shoulders
As his lower half fit perfectly in between yours before your thighs were so far apart, welcoming him in. Both of you bare and sweaty because yall were both on the edge.
He moves his hips in circular motion, digging his fat tip on your g-spot. “Oh- choso no more! I wanna cum!” You whined and his fingers moved your braids away from your face, looking down and at your ruined makeup, mascara sliding down, false individual eyelashes still attached, gloss and slobber around your mouth from the kissing and you moaning with your mouth wide open.
“No more?” He bites your bottom lip and you tighten your pussy around his already fat ass dick. He groans and pushes into you harder, hips still attached to eachother but thighs separating from each small but deep thrust. “You wanna cum on my shit huh?” He moves his lips closer to your ear. “Want me to fucking breed that nasty pussy huh?”
“I-im cumming- ouuuu fuck!” You cried as you heart started beating a little faster, tears forming and thighs trembling. But your thighs wasn’t the only one, chose hips started getting sloppy, getting off because your getting off, he sits up moving his arms from under you and putting both of his hands on your neck, now his hips are disconnected from your just to smack down harshly the neck, “touch the clit baby, want you to squirt on it.”
And you did, you did and you felt it.
You breathing turning labored and the feeling in your stomach that traveled to your toes and spine.
His face turnt into one of hurt, biting his lips so hard as manly whimpers fall through the closed mouth, eyebrows frowning and eyes unfocused.
That was it for you. You squirted and it was to much!
“Oh, fuckfuckfuuuck yes baby.” He moans and pulls you up by your neck, he sits on his heels just so he can fuck up into you like a desperate puppy. “I-imma fucking cum, gonna breed that pussy, ov-over and f-fuckin over again i swear princess.” One hand held on your lower back while the other one gripped the back of your neck as you felt the warm nut feeling you up.
Can u pls upload ur Jack work again they were so good😭😭
aww y’all miss them? one of these days i’ll do a repost
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟHometown Baby *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ
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“AND SHES A HOMETOWN BABY, COULD YOU PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN MAYBE?”- OUT FRONT, JACK HARLOW
The bass of the music reverberated through the walls of Sia’s house, blending with the hum of conversations and bursts of laughter. The party was in full swing, but Zaria Brown felt out of place. Dressed to perfection in a black satin dress that hugged her curves, she clutched her drink tightly, trying to drown out the creeping weight of her reality.
Her marriage wasn’t just rocky—it was practically falling apart. Her husband,Chris, hadn’t even noticed her leaving tonight. He rarely noticed anything these days.
“Girl, why are you standing here looking like a snack but acting like you’re invisible?” Sia’s voice cut through her thoughts.
Zaria turned to her oldest friend, managing a small smile. “Just…thinking, and plus I’m married.”
Sia rolled her eyes, pulling Zaria’s drink out of her hand and replacing it with a stronger one. “Well, stop. It’s a party. You look too good to waste the night thinking about him.”
Zaria sighed, leaning against the wall. “You don’t get it, Sia. It’s not that easy.”
“Of course, I get it,” Sia said, lowering her voice. “But you deserve more than what he’s giving you. And tonight? Just have fun. Forget him for a couple of hours.”
Before Zaria could respond, her eyes caught a familiar face across the room. Her heart skipped a beat. Jack Harlow.
He looked different now—more polished, more confident. His curls were neater, and his jawline sharper, he had grown a beard, but the mischievous spark in his eyes was still the same. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, casually sipping a drink while laughing with a small group.
“Sia,” Zaria whispered, gripping her friend’s arm. “Is that who I think it is?”
Sia followed her gaze and smirked. “Yup. Jackman Harlow. Bet you didn’t think you’d see him tonight, huh?”
“No, I didn’t,” Zaria admitted, her stomach twisting.
“Girl, he’s been blowing up since you last saw him. Got a whole career now,” Sia said, nudging Zaria. “And I’m pretty sure he’s single.”
“Sia,” Zaria hissed.
“What?” Sia shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying, he looks good. And considering your situation—”
“Sia.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll shut up. But don’t act like you’re not thinking about it,” Sia teased before walking off to mingle with another group.
Zaria hesitated before taking a step forward. She wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to approach him, but something about seeing Jack again after all these years made her chest tighten.
Jack noticed her as she crossed the room. His eyes widened slightly, recognition dawning. “Zaria?”
“Hey, Jack,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips.
He grinned, setting his drink down. “Wow. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while,” she replied, folding her arms nervously.
“You look…amazing,” he said, his eyes briefly scanning her before meeting her gaze again.
“Thanks,” she said, feeling a warmth rise to her cheeks. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Seems like life’s treating you well.”
Jack chuckled. “Can’t complain. Music’s been good to me. What about you? How’s life?”
Zaria hesitated, the question hitting harder than she expected. “It’s…complicated,” she admitted.
Jack nodded, his smile fading slightly. “Fair enough.”
There was a brief silence before he gestured toward the patio. “Wanna step outside? It’s kinda loud in here.”
Zaria glanced around, spotting Sia across the room. Her friend gave her a thumbs-up and a not-so-subtle wink. Rolling her eyes, Zaria followed Jack outside.
The cool night air was a welcome change from the stuffy heat of the party. They stood by the railing, the distant sounds of music muffled.
“So,” Jack began, leaning against the railing. “What brings you here? Didn’t peg you as the party type anymore.”
“Sia dragged me out,” Zaria admitted with a small laugh. “She said I needed a break.”
“From what?” Jack asked, tilting his head.
Zaria hesitated again, staring at the stars. “Just…life. Marriage. You know, adult stuff.”
Jack’s expression shifted, concern flickering in his eyes. “Marriage, huh?”
“Yeah,” Zaria said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack nodded slowly. “You happy?”
The question hung in the air, heavy and unavoidable. Zaria bit her lip, looking away. “It’s complicated, yeah.”
“Complicated,” Jack repeated, a hint of frustration in his tone. “Seems like a word people use when they’re trying to avoid the truth.”
Zaria turned to him, her eyes narrowing. “And what would you know about it, Jack?”
“Not much,” he admitted, holding up his hands. “But I know you. Or at least, I used to. And you don’t look like someone who’s happy.”
Zaria’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know how to respond, so she stayed silent, the weight of his words sinking in.
Jack sighed, running a hand through his curls. “Sorry. That was out of line.”
“No,” Zaria said quickly. “You’re not wrong. Things just…aren’t what I thought they’d be.”
Jack studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Always have been.”
Zaria’s lips parted, but no words came out. The vulnerability in his voice took her by surprise, and for a brief moment, she wondered what life might have been like if she’d made different choices.
“Thanks, Jack,” she finally said, her voice barely audible.
He nodded, his gaze lingering on her. “Anytime, Z.”
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opening the door for them or pulling their seat out before they sit down!
“i wont take long she said, just give me ten minutes she said.” you and jack were running late and he was teasing you for taking so long to get ready.
“shut up jack and besides i rather look good and be late then have to rush and show up late and looking crazy!” you said shoving his arm.
jack already unlocked the car as you guys made your way to his jeep. you tug on the passengers seat door and he slaps your hand. “jack what the hell?” you whined as you rubbing your hand.
“now you know better than to open a door when im around.” he said opening the door and pushing you in.
“you didn’t have slap me though!” you said pouting as you melted into the seat. he laughed and grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss before closing your door and making his way to the passenger’s seat.
Mind you, many women in Gaza don’t have access to menstrual products or hygienic products in general, while many of those women are also having c-sections of without any amnesia. Any!! This is an organization that you can trust fully donate hygiene products to those suffering in Gaza and Palestine! Please pray, whether you are religious or not, for a free and peace for Palestine in 2024!
this is so satoru & you
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