Straight from the source

As soon as your swollen boobs bounce out of the top, Feli jumps up and latches herself onto your nipple. Her lips squeeze your tender tips in a delicious way, but what really makes you moan is the feeling when she starts sucking. You got your nipple toyed with yesterday already, but now that you are lactating it feels like the number of nerves has doubled, tripled or something and all of them are shooting your brain messages of arousal, lust, and almost orgasmic bliss. A wave of endorphins crash through your mind and your hormones are going crazy. Your knees buckle and you slump down onto a chair, but Feli never lets go of your breast, still sucking forcefully until the dribbles of milk turn into something more and the first real spurt is released and swallowed eagerly. Your moan as a microorgasm shoots up your spine.

Feli releases your nipple and greedily licks her lips. "Fuck, you taste good."

"... thanks?", you are not sure what to say to that compliment and your confused mind is not helpful in thinking of anything.

"Want a taste too?" Feli turns to the boys who eagerly nod. "Okay, you heard them." She turns back to you. "What are you waiting for? Get on all fours, slut-cow! Time to get milked."