After that shared first taste, the restraint broke completely.
Anya dove in first—leaning to Fauna's left breast with a soft, needy sound, lips sealing around the swollen nipple.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
She didn't bother with delicacy; she latched and pulled hard, cheeks hollowing as thick streams of warm milk flooded her mouth.
Mika mirrored her on the right side, more aggressive, teeth lightly scraping the areola before he sucked with force, swallowing in loud, greedy gulps.
"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"
They also didn't just suck but used the cup as well—refilling the tall glass in turns, sometimes passing it between them, sometimes drinking straight from the source until milk overflowed their lips and dripped down chins, necks, chests.
And Anya, who normally had the appetite of a bird, found herself ravenous in a way she couldn't explain.
