Shyla didn't answer with words. Instead, she pulled my head back down to her nipple like my biting had awakened something deep inside her, something starved and desperate after months of neglect. "Yes, Alex… you are so rough… please bite them more," she moaned, voice breaking with want.
I obliged, biting both nipples in turn, teeth grazing then clamping down firmly, tugging until they throbbed red and swollen in my mouth. Between bites I sucked hard, drawing thick streams of warm milk, flooding my tongue as I swallowed greedily.
Milk leaked from both breasts, trailing down her belly and soaking the dress bunched at her waist. Shyla's moans grew deeper and breathier, her pregnant body trembling against me, thighs pressing together on the sofa as pleasure rippled through her core.
