"Cultivation benefit," Lisa purred, satisfaction curling her lips. "With enough control over our bodies, we can produce milk at will. I've been saving this particular skill for a special occasion.
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts around Julian's cock. Warm, slippery fluid coated every inch of him as she enveloped his shaft, the soft weight of her tits swallowing him completely. She slid up and down slowly, the milk dripping in glossy streams over his throbbing cock before running down his balls.
The sight of his tip emerging between her glistening cleavage, only to vanish again, was almost too much to process
"That's cheating," Isabel protested, though her eyes were wide with surprise.
"That's strategy," Lisa corrected, her breasts moving in a steady rhythm. More milk leaked out, coating Julian's length, making the slide impossibly smooth and warm.
Julian groaned, his head falling back. "Lisa, that's—gods, that's incredible."
