Fauna couldn't help herself. She grabbed his face and kissed him in a deep, passionate manner, full of love and longing. He kissed her back, his hands sliding down her body, pulling at her clothes.
Her dress fell away and her body was revealed—short but voluptuous, curves in all the right places, skin soft and warm.
He caressed her. Squeezed her ass. Fingered her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his hand.
Then he grabbed her nipples and squeezed.
Milk sprayed out in a thin, white arc, splashing across his chest.
Fauna gasped. "Mika—"
He did it again. Another spray. Another.
He lifted her onto his lap, her back against his chest, and whispered into her ear.
"Do you know what's beyond that wall, Fauna?"
She shivered.
"Your sisters. Both of them. Waiting. Wondering what you're doing."
His hands worked her breasts, squeezing rhythmically, sending milk spraying across the room.
