Not a chance

"It's late already," you say, grabbing her arm. "Just wear that to bed."

"I'm not so sure about that, Honey," Melanie sighs. "It's really not appropriate sleepwear, and honestly it's not very comfortable... I don't think I'd be able to sleep in it."

"Come to bed. If you're really that tired, you shouldn't waste time getting changed."

Melanie doesn't seem convinced, but she trudges over to the bed anyway. The moment she's within arm's reach, you grab her and pull her onto your lap. This causes her tits to spring out of her tight shirt, and you put your mouth on one before she can cover them back up.

While you begin to breastfeed, she lets out another sigh and strokes your hair. "I love you so much... But boy, you can be a handful."

Right back at you, you think, one hand groping her ass while another helps to milk her swollen breast. You stay that way for quite a while, and after sucking her dry you have her jerk you off into her mouth again. She swallows expertly, but you can tell that she still dislikes the taste.

As the night passes, neither you nor Melanie have a particularly restful sleep. She keeps tossing and turning, trying to adjust her wet, sticky, ill-fitting outfit... And every time her movements wake you up, you make use of her body. Whether it's milk-dispensing or cock-stroking, she spends more time satisfying your needs than she does sleeping. You get a lot more rest than she does, since you're dressed more comfortably and can even snooze while sucking down milk or getting jacked off.

Eventually, Melanie becomes so exhausted that she can ignore her discomfort. She falls into a deep sleep... But shortly after, the sound of Hannah crying jolts you awake. You roll over to see that your bed-mate is still sleeping soundly, then you glance at the clock. It's still very early in the morning: as long as Melanie stays asleep for a couple more hours, she'll be in decent shape come daytime.