“Yeah, you can only see half of it,” she told him. “You can’t see the pressure that’s building behind these girls.” She hefted her t**s up a bit. “I need some relief.”
“What are you asking for?” Rob asked, confused. She had just stopped him from nursing from her to release her milk.
“I need you to suck my milk,” she said. “But you need to do it gently. You can’t hurt me,” she stressed. “Do it wrong, make my bruises her, and I’ll slap you.”
He tapped his face a few time with his palm. “I can take a slap from you,” he boasted.
“I wasn’t going to slap your face,” she told him, looking meaningfully at the growing bulge in his crotch.
“I’ll be careful,” he promised.
“Okay, then, see that you are.” She pulled her hand away, allowing Rob to lower his face the rest of the way to her breast.
