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Okay, so let me take you back to this one summer afternoon. My sister and I were driving home from the beach, and out of nowhere, my stomach just started growling like crazy. I mean, it was loud, I hadn't eaten since breakfast, and we were still an hour away from anywhere with food. She glanced over from the driver's seat and laughed a little. "Sounds like someone's starving back there." "Yeah, no kidding," I mumbled, feeling kinda pathetic. "I should've packed a snack." There was this weird silence for a minute before she said, real quiet-like, "You know... I could help with that." I figured she meant she had a granola bar in her purse or something. But then she pulled the car off onto this secluded dirt road, way out in the woods where nobody goes. She parked under some trees and turned to face me. "I'm serious," she said, her voice low. "If you're that hungry..." She didn't finish the sentence, just slowly unbuttoned the front of her loose sundress. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. My heart was pounding. I knew what she was offering wasn't about milk; it was about hunger of a whole different kind. "Come here," she whispered, guiding my head toward her chest. The second my lips touched her skin, any thought of actual food vanished. Her breast was warm and soft against my mouth, and when I took her nipple between my lips, she let out this sharp gasp. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me there as I suckled gently at first, then harder. I could feel her getting more aroused with every pull of my mouth, her breathing got ragged, and she started arching her back, pressing herself deeper into my face. "God, yes," she moaned, her hips shifting restlessly in the seat. "Just like that..." It didn't take long before one of her hands slid down between her own legs, and I could hear the wet sounds as she touched herself while I fed from her. We stayed like that for what felt like forever, me latched onto her breast like some desperate animal, her moaning and writhing.