MILF Paradise System-Chapter 203: Lactating Pregnant MILF

"What? Shyla?" I asked gently, my hand still cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing away the single tear that had slipped down. I kept my voice soft and steady, not letting her look away. "What did he do?"

She swallowed hard, glancing down at her bare breasts, still leaking slowly, milk trailing in thin rivulets down their full curves and dripping onto her lap. "He... he would turn away when they leaked," she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "He said it made him uncomfortable. Said it was... weird. He never touched me after I got pregnant. Never even looked at them the way you are right now."

"Come here, Shyla," I said gently, guiding her to lean into me. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders, pulling her close until her head rested against my chest. Her bare breasts pressed warmly against my side, still leaking slowly, milk trailing down her skin in thin, shiny lines. "I don’t know what’s wrong with your husband, but it’s really natural and beautiful. Your body’s doing something amazing, making life, making milk to feed your baby. If he thinks it’s gross, he doesn’t even deserve you."

Shyla let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling into my shirt. "Alex... I really thought I looked hideous after I got pregnant," she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. "He stopped making love to me the moment he found out. Completely. Like I wasn’t... attractive anymore."

I pulled back just enough to look at her face. "Wait... so you’re saying he didn’t get intimate with you for almost seven months?"

"Yes, Alex," she confirmed, sulking, eyes dropping to her lap. "Not once. He said it felt wrong... that my body had changed too much. He barely looked at me."

"You deserve so much better, Shyla," I said, voice firm but kind. "The way your body looks right now, it really makes you more hot."

"You think so, Alex?" she asked, hope flickering in her eyes as she searched my face.

"Yeah, Shyla," I said, smiling softly. "Unless... why would I ask you to let me taste your milk?"

Shyla let out a small, relieved laugh, almost a sob, her shoulders finally relaxing as the weight of his rejection lifted just a little. My words seemed to sink in, making her realize she still looked beautiful, still desirable, even with the changes pregnancy had brought.

"Alex... you can taste it," she said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes at first. Then she lifted her gaze, cheeks still flushed but now with a spark of courage.

That was all the confirmation I wanted from her, Shyla wanted me to taste her milk directly from her leaking boobs, no hesitation, no shame left.

I put both hands on her breasts, cupping the heavy, swollen weight of them. They were warm and full, skin silky under my palms, veins faintly visible beneath the surface from how engorged they were. I gave them a firm squeeze, harder than before, and thick milk immediately beaded at both nipples, white drops forming fast before rolling down the curves.

"Ahh..." Shyla moaned, her voice low and shaky, body arching slightly into my touch. The sound was raw, needy, like the pressure had been building for too long.

I squeezed again, slow and deliberate, watching more milk bead up, then stream out in thin rivulets. I leaned in close, tongue flicking out to catch the first thick drop from her right nipple. The milk was warm, rich and creamy, coating my tongue as I licked slowly, savoring it.

I squeezed her breast harder, milking her gently but firmly, drawing more milk straight into my mouth in steady beads and small streams.

"Shyla... it’s so tasty," I said, pulling back just enough for her to see the milk dripping from my chin and dripping down my neck. My lips were glossy with her sweetness, and I licked them clean before diving back in.

"Drink it more, Alex... I’m so full," Shyla said, her hand sliding to the back of my head. She pressed me gently but insistently into her chest, guiding my mouth back to her nipple. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me there as she arched further, offering herself completely. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

I squeezed both breasts harder now, like I was trying to milk a cow, kneading the soft, heavy flesh with steady pressure. Milk flowed freely from both nipples in warm streams. I switched between them, sucking one deeply while my hand milked the other, then moving to the second and drinking greedily. The taste filled my mouth over and over, thick, sweet, and warm, spilling past my lips when I couldn’t swallow fast enough and dripping down her belly onto the sofa beneath us.

Shyla moaned continuously, soft, breathy sounds that grew deeper with each pull. Her thighs pressed together on the sofa, hips shifting restlessly, the front of her dress soaked now from the leaking milk. Her free hand rested on her pregnant belly, fingers tracing small circles as pleasure rippled through her.

"Alex... yes... just like that..." Shyla gasped, her voice trembling with raw pleasure as I sucked harder on her nipple, drawing thick streams of warm milk into my mouth. "It’s been so long... no one’s ever... wanted this..."

As I drank from her breasts, lost in the sweet, creamy taste, I bit her nipple hard, teeth sinking into the swollen peak with deliberate pressure, tugging outward slowly before releasing. The sudden sting pushed her deeper into ecstasy, her whole body jolting against me.

"Ahh!" she cried out, voice sharp and needy, hand tightening in my hair to hold me there rather than pull away. Milk squirted briefly into my mouth from the pressure, warm and rich, coating my tongue as I swallowed greedily.

"Sorry, Shyla... was I rough?" I asked, pulling back just enough to look at her face, cheeks flushed a deep pink, eyes glassy and half-lidded with pleasure, lips parted in a needy, breathless gasp. Milk still glistened on her swollen nipples, a thin trail running down the curve of her breast, catching the moonlight in the room.