As the motorcycle turned into the park, Ayn didn't notice right away, he was still wrestling with his cock, desperately trying to get it to soften. By the time he finally realized they had arrived at the park, the black bike they were riding had already come to a steady stop. After parking, Ren took off her helmet, deliberately unzipping her jacket and loosening her low ponytail, letting those long-restrained strands of hair cascade down like a waterfall. That sight made Ayn's heart skip a beat involuntarily, the quiet throb in his chest intensifying subtly.
At that moment, Ayn also realized something was off, but the first thing that crossed his mind was that his cock had pissed off Ren, making her unable to endure it anymore, so she had decided to part ways with him right there. He could completely understand that outcome, after all, this was blatant sexual harassment, and it was totally normal for Ren to be angry; that wave of self-blame surged over him like a tide. So, he planned to get off the bike immediately and apologize to her, saying something like "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." But before Ayn could do that, Ren suddenly tossed her helmet aside, twisted around, and pressed her lips to his mouth.
In that instant, Ayn's mind went completely blank, the world seeming to freeze in place—he couldn't comprehend what was happening at all. When he snapped back to his senses, he realized Ren's tongue had slipped into his mouth, that soft, wet-hot tip wrapping around his own like velvet, stirring together uncontrollably as they exchanged sweet saliva, the delicious taste melting in his mouth like honey and making his head buzz with a low hum. The embarrassment in his heart was instantly replaced by a surge of throbbing heat, his cock throbbing with urgent need to its limit, that rigid shaft felt like it could burst at any second, a raw urge to fuck her flashing through his mind.
That impulse completely ignited Ayn's desire, shifting him from passive to active as he impatiently wanted to strip Ren's clothes off—not those tight leather pants clinging to her ass, but her jacket and the T-shirt underneath; he craved those full, plump tits, desperately yearning to take those pink nipples into his mouth. Since weaning, he hadn't tasted a woman's nipples again, and that hazy memory surged up like a heatwave in his mind, leaving his mouth dry and his throat parched with an insistent thirst.
However, the anxious Ayn fumbled clumsily, failing to smoothly remove Ren's jacket; the stuck zipper's embarrassment made his face flush hot and his heart pound wildly. Ren watched his awkward clumsiness and instantly realized that this man probably had no sexual experience at all, not even once. As that thought flashed through her mind, Ren's heart suddenly filled with great joy—this meant her plan was practically perfect!
It was in this joy that she involuntarily shrugged off her jacket, ending the tongue kiss, slipped off her T-shirt, and then actively lifted her black lace bra, exposing those quivering tits to Ayn's gaze; those pink nipples perked up slightly in the air, as if inviting his lips to claim them.
This scene made Ayn's heart explode outright—no woman had ever treated him like Ren did; that surge of excitement washed over him like a tide, touching him so deeply that his chest tightened with emotion, thrilling him so intensely that his mind buzzed with a chaotic hum, leaving him momentarily oblivious to heaven and earth.
And it was precisely this excitement that made him cradle Ren's breasts like sacred relics, bringing his mouth to them like a devout believer, taking that pink nipple between his lips, his tongue tip gently swirling around it as the sweet, milky scent spread through his mouth, stirring a long-forgotten warmth in his core.
Ayn didn't dare hope to suckle milk from her, but to his surprise, she actually had milk... That warm liquid gushed out in a rush, sweet like melted honey, making his tongue tip quiver faintly as a long-lost sense of fulfillment welled up in his chest. And this wasn't because Ren was in her lactation period, but because she wasn't an ordinary person—she was a transcendent. Though Ren hadn't yet fully tapped into her potential, those abilities truly existed, quietly activating under specific conditions. This milk was precisely the condensation of transcendent energy, carrying a trace of strange warmth that seeped into Ayn's throat, making his whole body heat up slightly.
Ren realized at this moment that her breasts were secreting milk, but she interpreted it as her body responding to this man's affection, instinctively meeting his needs; that kind of response made her heart tremble faintly, and she couldn't help but think: (Perhaps... I've really fallen for him already, I just won't admit it to myself...)
Though reason still dominated Ren's mind, other emotions began to gradually seep into her heart, including maternal love; that gentleness surged in quietly like a tide, making her involuntarily reach out and stroke Ayn's hair, as if whispering: Good boy, eat slowly, don't rush, Mommy's here, Mommy's not going anywhere. This soothing carried a touch of maternal softness, yet it also quickened her own heartbeat, letting her feel a strange sense of attachment.
Ayn didn't notice this soothing; he was still greedily suckling Ren's milk, his tongue tip swirling around the nipple, feeling that sweet taste bloom in his mouth, while his other hand unconsciously reached up to her other breast, the palm fitting against that soft curve and warm touch making his fingertips tingle with heat, his possessiveness churning like a heatwave in his heart.
Perhaps driven by that inner possessiveness, or perhaps unwilling to leave the other nipple lonely, Ayn released the one in his mouth and latched onto the other, that pink tip quivering slightly between his lips, bringing a whole new stimulation. Wonderfully, the milk from this nipple was completely different from the first—though both tasted addictively sweet, one brought a sense of security and warm envelopment, gentle like a mother's embrace, relaxing his entire body; the other sparked pulses of pleasure and joy, like electricity shooting down his spine, making his lower body throb faintly with swelling urgency as more secret desires flickered through his mind.
This wasn't what milk should be—it was the transcendent power that endowed Ren's milk with many special functions, that energy quietly seeping into his body, amplifying the pleasure of every suckle and immersing him in it, unable to extricate himself—the interweaving of those dual flavors left him both sated and thirstier for more of her.
As the desire in his heart spread like wildfire through his chest, Ayn was no longer just suckling the milk; he began to play with it: he first used his tongue tip to gently circle, swirling around that erect areola, the milky scent blooming in his mouth and seeping into his taste buds. Ren's body arched instinctively, a low moan spilling from her lips—that sound as smooth as velvet yet carrying an irrepressible quiver, stirring a deeper ache of longing in him.
While his tongue toyed with one breast and nipple, circling the hardened peak with teasing flicks—Ayn's other hand claimed the untouched one, his palm luxuriating in the yielding elasticity of the warm flesh; his fingertips pinched and twisted the nipple with deliberate care, drawing it out into a slender, quivering length before releasing it to snap back into place, each tug coaxing faint beads of milk from the tip that glistened and slid down the swelling curves like a chain of lewd, pearly jewels.
Teased by Ayn like this, Ren couldn't help but let out a moan, waves of heat surging straight from her nipple down her spine. She didn't feel any pain at all, instead, it was pure joy and delight, even a flash of "so good" flickering through her mind; she loved the sensation of her nipple being toyed with like that, that addictive thrill pulling her deeper into it. And upon hearing Ren's moan, Ayn lit up with overwhelming joy, sucking on the nipple even harder and pouring even more effort into making her happy, the wet, squelching sounds echoing around them, blending with her quickened breaths.
The other nipple wouldn't be left out; Ayn desperately wished he could sprout two heads, one for each nipple—that greedy hunger drove him to switch over, his lips shifting from left to right, leaving wet, hot kiss marks, his tongue tip drilling into the fine crevices of the areola, swirling and licking those sensitive nerve endings. Ren couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt, her body twisting involuntarily in a slight writhe, her lewd tits quivering and jiggling lewdly, milk gushing from that pink nipple of hers like a spring overflowing, a sight that was utterly delightful!
Gradually, the space between Ren's legs grew hot and damp, her pink little pussy involuntarily secreting sticky, slippery fluids, the crystalline juices slowly trickling down the folds of her labia and soaking her panties. It might have been an illusion, but it seemed like the air was filled with an indescribable lewd scent, that aroma rushing straight to Ren's soul, stirring a deep craving in her heart for Ayn's cock—even a vivid image flashed through her mind of a thick, massive cock pounding into her relentlessly—that momentary throb in her chest intensified even more fiercely.
It was precisely this intense throbbing that made Ren reach out involuntarily, her hand sliding toward Ayn's belt, desperate to unfasten that damn thing. Ayn noticed her movement and lit up with joy like he'd soared straight to heaven. He interpreted it as Ren's submission, a sign of her deep inner love for him, her body actively begging for pleasure. After all, if it wasn't that, what woman would proactively undo a man's belt? Ren wasn't some whore, after all. This overwhelming happiness made Ayn cooperate fully, allowing Ren to easily unbuckle his belt without a hitch. Of course, no matter how much he was playing along with Ren, he wasn't about to give up on her nipple—his tongue tip swirled around the left areola, sucking with wet, smacking sounds that echoed softly between them.
Soon, Ren unbuckled the belt and pulled down the zipper, but the awkward position kept her from removing the pants entirely. She couldn't help but slip her hand into his underwear, that scorching-hot cock springing into her palm, making her throat tighten as a thought flashed through her mind: (So big...) That idea made her instinctively grip the shaft, her palm wrapping around the cock and stroking it up and down, the pleasure making the glans quiver uncontrollably.
Ayn naturally sensed her touch, and in that instant, the pleasure rocketed him from heaven straight to the moon, so overwhelming that he couldn't help but think: (This woman's incredible! She's mine—gotta be mine—if anyone tries to steal her, I'll wipe out their whole damn family!)
Who knows what Ren was thinking, but with a face full of shy embarrassment, she whispered low in Ayn's ear: "It's so big, so hot... Can I take a look at it..."
Hearing those words, Ayn was overjoyed beyond measure, that intense throbbing making him hum in agreement, then he reluctantly released her nipple... But he didn't immediately let go of her waist either; instead, he kept holding her close, carefully examining those full, plump breasts, gazing at the nipples he'd just licked. The breasts were mixed with milk and saliva, stretched into sticky silver threads that glistened with a lewd sheen. What made him happiest was how those pink nipples stood erect. It made him think Ren must have really enjoyed the oral just now—otherwise, her nipples wouldn't be this hard.
Because of the excitement in his heart, Ayn kissed her lips, diving into another fierce tongue kiss. After releasing her tongue, he murmured in her ear: "Your tits are so pretty, and they taste amazing too—I really like them..."
That praise filled Ren's heart with sweetness, to the point that her nipples started secreting milk again, the milk flowing wildly down her breasts like little streams. Noticing this, Ayn couldn't help but lower his head, pinching her breast to squeeze out the milk and drink it. He kept his mouth at a distance from the nipple, the milk spraying into his mouth, but strangely, not a single drop spilled onto the ground—it all went straight into him. This was because Ayn had used his transcendent ability to control the flow of the milk; he didn't want to waste any of it—he loved Ren's milk too much.
As Ayn pinched her breast to squeeze out the milk, Ren let out a moan. That moan wasn't from pain, but from a sudden rush of pleasure surging from her breast straight into her brain, making her hum low involuntarily, even causing her little pussy to twitch and squeeze out more lewd fluids. Hearing that moan, Ayn felt extremely happy, a thought flashing through his mind: (So slutty... But I like it...)