Selene screamed, her petite body bucking in the vines, her small breasts jiggling, milk spurting from her nipples in thin streams, trailing down her pale skin, her pussy gushing with arousal despite her shame.
The HUD pulsed in her vision: Selene – Yield: 19ml. Flow unstable. Heart rate spiking.
Her hips bucked midair as the pressure in her chest loosened, a thin stream of milk escaping her left breast, trailing down Kota's wrist, warm and slick.
He leaned in, his mouth brushing her nipple, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, sending shivers through her core.
"No more princess," he growled, his voice low, commanding, his lips grazing the puffed tip. "Say it."
She bit her lip, her voice breaking with sobs of humiliation and need, tears streaming down her cheeks as her clit throbbed untouched.
"I… I'm your little bottle," she whimpered, her bratty facade crumbling, her pussy clenching with shameful desire. "Please milk me, I-I'm full…"
