I kept squeezing her boobs and making more milk leak from her nipples while I drank straight from them. Her milk was so warm and tasty. I was filling my mouth with it nonstop, gulping it down, letting some spill over my lips and drip onto her stomach. Every squeeze made more come out in little spurts, coating my tongue, my lips, her skin.
"Ahh, my lord, please drink my milk," Lilia moaned and pulled my face tighter into her chest.
Her hands tangled in my hair, pushing me harder against her tits, arching her back to feed me more.
She was shaking so much I had to hold her hips to keep her steady. Her hands pulling me closer, like she wanted me to drain every drop she'd been forced to produce uselessly for twenty years. Now it wasn't useless. Now it was for me. For us. For the child I was going to put inside her.
I switched back and forth between her nipples, sucking hard, teeth grazing lightly, making her cry out louder each time. Milk flooded my mouth faster than I could swallow, spilling down my chin, dripping onto the floor.
"My lord... please... don't stop..." she begged between moans. "Drink it all... take everything from me..."
I groaned against her tit, sucking deeper, one hand sliding down to grab her thick ass.
I pulled my face out from her chest and breathed heavy, looking at the mess her tits were. They were so wet with her milk and my saliva, glistening in the firelight, streams of white milk still trickling down the curves, dripping from her hard pink nipples onto her stomach and thighs.
Her boobs were still so full and ready to feed me, heaving with every quick breath she took, skin flushed red from arousal and the heat between us.
"Lilia, I want to drink your milk properly," I said, squeezing her right tit hard. More milk leaked out in a thick stream, running over my fingers and down her soft skin.
She smiled, realizing what I actually meant by that. Her eyes softened with understanding and desire, cheeks still pink but now with a loving warmth.
She walked past me and sat on the bed, jiggling her thick thighs and boobs that were leaking milk with every movement. The mattress dipped under her weight, her wide hips spreading slightly as she settled, tits bouncing heavily, milk dripping faster from the motion.
Then she gestured with her hands to me. "Here, come my lord," she said, patting her lap gently.
I drooled just from the view. I went and climbed the bed, putting my legs fully on it, laying down with my head toward her lap, closer to her pussy. The scent of her arousal hit me strong, sweet, musky, mixed with the warm creaminess of her milk. She put one arm under my head like a pillow, lifting my head up a little so I was angled perfectly. Then she lowered her upper body, leaning over me, and guided her left tit right into my mouth.
"Here, drink it properly, my lord," she said as she pushed her tit deeper into my mouth.
I latched on immediately, lips sealing around the areola, tongue swirling over the hard nipple as milk flowed freely. It was warm, sweet, thick, flooding my mouth in steady spurts with every suck. I put both hands on her boobs to squeeze and drink the milk from them while she stroked my dick with her left hand.
Her grip was perfect, soft fingers wrapped around my shaft, thumb rubbing the slick head in slow circles, then sliding down to the base and back up, milking me the same way I milked her. Precum coated her palm, making every stroke smooth and wet.
"Ahhh, my lord, you really love drinking my milk," she moaned as I kept sucking her boob and drinking her milk.
I groaned against her tit, mouth full, milk spilling from the corners of my lips and running down my chin onto her thigh. "Your milk is so sweet, Lilia," I said, voice muffled, as it spilled from my mouth.
She kept milking my dick as I kept milking her boobs, hand moving steady and loving, squeezing just enough to make me throb harder in her palm. Every time I sucked deep, she gasped and stroked faster, like the pleasure was connected.
I switched from one boob to another to drink milk from both of them. She kept pushing one after another into my mouth, leaning down onto me, her hair falling around us like a curtain, tits hanging heavy over my face.
I latched onto the right one, sucking hard, milk gushing in warm spurts that I swallowed greedily. Then the left, tongue flicking the nipple, teeth grazing lightly, making her whimper and arch her back.
Fuck, it was too hot. Me drinking milk from a thick mature woman while she stroked my dick with so much love and care. Her hand never stopped, slow, deliberate pumps, twisting gently at the head, thumb pressing the underside where it was most sensitive.
My balls tightened with every stroke, pressure building fast. Her thick thighs framed my head, warm and soft, her pussy so close I could feel the heat radiating from it, wetness dripping down her inner thighs onto the sheets.
"My lord... ahh... drink all you want... it's yours..." she whispered, voice shaking with emotion and pleasure, hand speeding up on my cock just a little, feeling how close I was getting.
I groaned deep against her nipple, hips bucking up into her hand. The sight of her leaning over me, tits in my face, milk dripping everywhere, her loving strokes on my throbbing dick, it was overwhelming. I thought I was gonna cum just from that, but I held on, wanting to make it last, wanting to fill her properly after this.
After letting her feed me for so long, when I was satisfied and full from her milk, I stopped sucking her tits and breathed heavy.
My mouth was dripping with her milk, my chin covered in thick white streams that ran down my neck and chest. It was everywhere—so much thick, warm milk, coating my lips, dripping in slow drops from my jaw onto her thighs and the sheets below. My stomach felt full, warm, the sweet creamy taste still lingering on my tongue, but my body was buzzing with even more need.
"You drank so much, my lord," Lilia said, looking at how wet I was from her milk. Her voice was soft, almost awed, eyes shining with a mix of pride and lust as she saw the mess she'd made on me.