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Her breast milk is trickling out faintly yet steadily, akin to a spring welling up.
Even without direct contact, her sunken nipples have become erect, trying to emerge from their hiding places. Although Maria's legs rubbing together within my field of vision catches my attention, today's objective remains focused solely on extracting the pure yet vulgar milk from those ample breasts.
"Ohhh♡nnn...oooooh♡"
My task is simple, yet it's absolutely something I shouldn't do.
I merely stimulate the granular areas around her nipples with my nails. Frustrated by this teasing, she thrusts her chest forward, seeking stronger sensations from my claw-like touch.
"Boobies...♡ Boobies! Boobies, boobies, boobieeeeees!"
"Just a little longer."
"Ahhhhhhhhh♡♡"
Shuuuuuush...
I whispered softly into her ear.
That was all it took to trigger her nipples to suddenly pop out with a pop! ♡♡, accompanied by a geyser of milk.
"Ohhh...♡ It feels so good! ♡ Ahh...♡ Aaah...♡ Ohh, yes! ♡♡"
As she began to topple backward, I wrapped my arms around her and gently laid her down on the bed.
From below came a strong scent of female musk, while above emanated the sweet aroma of womanhood.
The exposed nipples were now continuously leaking breast milk. Although they weren't spurting forcefully anymore, the flow showed no signs of stopping. Her massive breasts proudly showcased their magnificent milking capacity.
"We should increase your milk supply for when the baby is born. Will you help me?"
"Help...you...?" Maria's brain was still addled from her massive orgasm, and before she could fully recover,
"Ahhn...♡♡"
I pinched one of her enormous nipples.
Then I stretched it toward her mouth.
"Go ahead."
"Ohh...♡♡"
"Let's stimulate these breasts together, okay?"
"Ahhh...♡♡"
Maria obediently took her own nipple between her lips. Without missing a beat, she began sucking on it hungrily. Even as the sensation drove her higher, she never once let go.
Watching this lewd (yet earnest) spectacle would have been entertaining enough, but now I wanted to enjoy some mother's milk myself.
So I lay down next to her and reached for the other neglected nipple.
"Nnnnnngh... ♡♡"
When I pinched it gently, Maria let out another adorable sound. Still, she refused to relinquish the one already in her mouth, embodying the epitome of motherhood.
Just squeezing my fingers was enough to make milk drip from her nipple:
Drip, drip...
Well then, time for some more Maria-branded breast milk...
Bon appétit.
Mmmf!
"Mmmmmmphhhhhh!" She moaned adorably as soon as I took her plump nipple between my lips.
A torrent of sweet, savory flavor flooded my brain. Just applying light pressure with my tongue elicited even more milk; drinking it all without spilling proved quite challenging. There was so much that it seemed like this could easily sustain not just one child but ten or more.
I desperately want to see what it would be like if we had rough sex and her breasts started spraying wildly, but now is not the time with a baby on board.
This is our first child together, precious and beloved. I can't risk exposing her to any danger just for my own desires.
Though it's frustrating, today I'll just quietly savor the taste of her milk.
As a father, it's all for the sake of our child—well, that's the excuse I'm using anyway. Meanwhile, Maria, who is both sucking me off and having her nipples sucked...
"Mmmfgh... ♡ Nnnn... ♡ Mmmm... ♡ ♡ Nnngh... ♡ ♡"
Every time she reaches orgasm, she clamps down tightly around my nipple so as not to let go, which only adds more stimulation and pushes her further toward climax—a kinky chain reaction ensues. This marks the birth of a virtually perpetual motion machine.
Even worse, it's not just her upper body affected.
The repeated orgasms and unending nipple stimulation have also triggered a massive flood down below.
The sheets have essentially abandoned their duty, becoming so drenched that I wouldn't be surprised if someone told me they were ready to toss them straight into the washing machine.
I can't burden either my mother or daughter with intense sex like this. It doesn't matter how much the woman I love might crave it—it's absolutely out of the question.
So we'll make love gently instead.
Yes, let's do that.