Continue milking Celeste with your mouth, following her instruction to apply more pressure

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 10:13 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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I increase the suction as Celeste requested, hollowing my cheeks and applying firm pressure with my lips sealed tight around her delicate pink nipple. The angel girl's entire body goes rigid instantly.

"Oh—OH!" Celeste gasps, her voice climbing in pitch. Her fingers clench hard against the back of my head, holding me in place with surprising strength. "Yes! Just like that! Harder!"

The milk floods my mouth in a hot rush—sweeter than either Bessie's or Amber's, with an almost honeyed thickness that coats my tongue. I let most of it spill from the corners of my mouth into the waiting vessel, but the sheer volume makes it impossible not to swallow some. The liquid warmth slides down my throat as I maintain the intense suction.

Celeste's wings suddenly flare wide, the white feathers trembling. Her halo flickers and brightens, casting dancing light across the parlor walls. "Don't stop don't stop don't stop," she chants breathlessly, her hips starting to roll against nothing. "Switch to the other one. Please. I need—"

I pull back and immediately latch onto her left breast, applying the same firm pressure. The moment my lips seal around this nipple, Celeste screams.

It's not a cry or a moan—it's a full-throated scream of pleasure that makes me flinch even as I keep sucking. Her back arches so violently that her pregnant belly presses against my face, and the milk in my mouth becomes a torrent. I can barely swallow fast enough to breathe, liquid spilling everywhere—down my chin, across my chest, pooling in the collection vessel.

"FUCK! FUCKING—YES!" Celeste howls, her supposed innocence completely shattered. Her pussy clenches visibly between her spread thighs, gushing clear fluid that runs down onto the bench in rivers. "YOUR MOUTH IS HEAVEN! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!"

Her orgasm seems endless—her entire body convulsing, wings beating frantically, halo blazing like a spotlight. The other girls are staring with wide eyes. Even Daisy the cowgirl looks shocked.

"Well," ARIA's voice cuts through Celeste's screams with dry amusement, "angel girls do have the most dramatic climaxes when their tits get sucked. Didn't mention that, did she? Manipulative little thing."

Celeste's climax finally crests and begins to subside after what must be a full minute. She collapses back onto the bench, gasping and twitching, her wings folding limply behind her. I pull back, my face and chest absolutely drenched in spilled milk, and quickly switch to hand massage to finish draining both breasts into the vessel.

The container reads 1.3 liters when I'm done.

"That was..." Celeste manages between ragged breaths, her blue eyes unfocused and glassy. "You have no idea... how good... that was..."

"Three down, three to go," Daisy calls from her bench, her brown eyes fixed on me with undisguised hunger. "And trust me, sweetie—cowgirls appreciate a good mouth too."

Daily To do list :

Morning (10:21 AM):

- Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals) - NOT STARTED

- Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor (IN PROGRESS - Bessie COMPLETE [1.4L/$70], Amber COMPLETE [1.1L/$55], Celeste COMPLETE [1.3L/$65], then Daisy, Seraphina, Kitsune)

- Drain 4 futas before satisfaction drops to red zone (URGENT - approximately 40-45 minutes remaining)

Midday:

- Check fertility tracker

- Arrange breeding pairs in Barn Three

Afternoon:

- Complete any remaining milking

- Collect and deposit products with ARIA

Evening:

- Futa satisfaction management

- Final checks

Daily Target: $1,500

Current Profit: $190 (Bessie $70 + Amber $55 + Celeste $65)

Profit: 190