She nodded, her throat working as she swallowed nervously.
My hand cupped her breast through the silky fabric, and I activated the ability again. Naomi gasped, her body going rigid as milk flooded her tissue.
"There," I murmured, stroking her cheek with my free hand. "Not so bad, right?"
"It's... intense." Her voice trembled slightly.
A dark spot appeared on her bra as milk leaked through the fabric. The sight of it triggered something primal in me.
Belle noticed my reaction and smirked. "Someone's enjoying this more than they're admitting."
"Never claimed otherwise." I slid Belle off my lap and onto the bed. "Now, let's make this productive."
I reached behind Belle and unhooked her cow-print bra with practiced ease. The garment fell away, revealing her full breasts, now heavy with milk. Pearly white liquid beaded at her nipples.
"Show-off," she muttered. But her eyes had gone dark with arousal.
