It was light and sweet, like fruit juice. It surprised him. He wanted it more than he realized and took a second sip and then a third.
Before he could consume it all, Marissa took it away from him. “I’m taking some home for Ty.”
“But…he has your t**s all the time,” Gil heard himself protesting.
“True. But we haven’t used a pump in a long time. This will be a special treat for him.” She smiled and found the top to the bottle, screwing it on tightly to ensure not a drop would be lost.
“You’re still leaking,” Gil pointed out as he stared at her naked breasts.
“Yeah, that happens.” She looked down at her slowly dripping n*****s. The flow had largely subsided but some was still flowing. “Want to get it fresh from the source?”
Gil licked his lips. “Yeah.”
“Careful,” Marissa warned her hus
