Brin’s eyes close blissfully, and she even moans a bit as I draw the milk from her.
No matter how much she despises me it’s clear she can’t resist the almost erotic satisfaction of feeling that fluid sucked out of her and drained away. She sighs and murmurs almost continuously, and when she switches me to her other breast I moan myself as that stiff wet tip is smeared soothingly across my flagrantly burned face. Yet more rewarding still is the sense of bonding generated between us as I partake of her very essence. Out of her body and into mine passes sustenance to keep me alive, and if only she would pee into me too I might sample her divinity even more directly. Love burns in my heart as fiercely as the flaming of my skin as I suckle. And then my excitement skyrockets even further when
