Your eyes go wide as you feel a thick liquid begins to pour from her fat nipple, straight into your mouth. It is a deliciously sweet mixture, like whole cow's milk that's been spiced up with a dosage of cane sugar. Your toes curl up in pure intestacy as you've never tasted anything quiet as good as this liquid is. Surprisingly, even your spent cock begins to harden once again.
"Ah, it's been so long since a boy's sucked my tits dry of milk," she says, moaning. "Hope your hungry, baby, cause these babies are packed to the brim!"
True to her word, her breast never seems to run low of the delicious nectar, even after a good five minutes of sucking. All the while Ms. Phillips has been tending to your cock, lightly stroking the length of your shaft. She even bats at your swollen balls, hoping to edge out a quick orgasm. It stings, but you hold out, not wanting her tender strokes to end.
Eventually, though, all good things must end. The second her breast runs dry, you finally explode once more, your cock twitching violently. Because of your previous orgasm, barely a drop of semen dribbles out in a pathetic manner. Still, you don't care. You're in heaven right now.
"Coming again? You sure a frisky one, ain't cha?" she jokes, repositioning your head against her other breast. "Now I hope you're still hungry, cause I got a whole 'nother tit that needs draining".
In truth, you're not really ready. Your stomach is pretty full and your cock spent. You try to pull away, but she forces your head closer in response, even pinching your ears in punishment. To further emphasize her point, she warps her hand around your flaccid member, her sharp nails ready to dig in.
"Dig in, baby, or I will."
Fearing for your cock, you give in, sucking her second tit dry of its milk. Like before, it takes a while, and by the end of it you find yourself in pain. Your stomach is bloated, packed to bursting with her sweet mixture. From the outside, you can visible see a round bump on your normally flat midsection.
"Wow, look at that belly!" she says, giving it a playful rub. "Few more nights of this and you'll be one chubby baby."
Ms. Phillips plays with her tits, squeezing and shaking them. While still huge, they look somewhat smaller than before the milking. At that point, however, you feel a weird rumbling in your stomach. It doesn't feel particularly normal. Is Ms. Phillips's milk magical?
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