Not Yet...

She rolls her eyes and I can’t help but tease her a little longer. I’m sure her full, aching tits can take a little more pain.

“You want me to milk you, baby?” I ask her, before circling her areola with my tongue.

“Yes, Harry!” She gasps, as she her nipple against my mouth, urging me to suckle, but I close my lips tightly.

“Yes, what?” I ask, looking up at her, my mouth still on her full breast.

Her face is scrunched in pain but her eyes are full of arousal.

“Milk me! Please!” She begs.

Not breaking eye contact with her, I flick my tongue across her hard nipple. She moans as a splatter of warm milk squirts out onto my face.

I wipe it off my cheek with my thumb, and put it into my mouth.

“Mmmm... so sweet.” I say, swirling my tongue around my thumb.

“Harry... please... have more.” She lifts her right breast with both hands and squeezes. I watch her breast stretch as she massages it up and down, back and forth. She moans in relief as milk begins to squirt out of her swollen nipple and soaks my shirt.

I bring my mouth down to meet the streams of milk coming from her breast and open wide, attempting to catch as much of the sweet liquid as possible.

“Mmmm, tastes so good.” I groan as milk continues to shoot into my mouth and onto my face.

“Feels so good!” She moans. Her eyes are closed and she’s leaning back, enjoying her relief.

But, being the tease that I am, I can’t let her enjoy it for too long.

I reach up and pinch her nipple hard between my two fingers, then twist it in order to stop the flow of milk.

“Harry!” She screams and squirms, trying to pull away from my grip.

“Sorry sweetie. But I want to watch you be milked.”