Pulling Yasmine closer into his arms with desperation, he wasted no time latching onto her nipple, licking off the drop of milk that had formed.
The taste exploded on his tongue, sweet and vanilla-like, exactly as he remembered.
Instantly burying his face into the softness of her breast, he started sucking harder, his lips clamping around the areola with intensity. His movements became almost frantic, driven by a hunger that transcended the physical.
Pinching the nipple between his lips, he felt the milk slowly begin to flow into his mouth. At first it came in slow drops, but soon steady jets leaked from the pink nipple. He drank deeply, gulping down mouthfuls of the precious liquid.
Yasmine hugged his head tightly, moaning erotically as he drank mouthfuls of the warm, vanilla-like milk, bringing him to a state of pure nirvana. Her body arched into him, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
