SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 364: Drink It All!

Anya finally pulled back, her own nipples glistening and slightly reddened from the effort. She wiped a stray bead of sweat from her temple and looked down at her work with a deeply satisfied, almost proud smile.

"It’s done, Mika. It’s done." Her voice was soft but triumphant. "Mom’s pussy is completely filled up now. Both our milks mixed together inside her and you can drink it all."

Mika shifted his gaze downward and the sight hit him like a physical blow.

Fauna’s tiny, quivering hole—pink and delicate just minutes ago was now entirely white.

A thick, creamy pool brimmed right at the surface, overfilled to the point that the slightest movement threatened to spill it.

The lips were parted just enough to reveal the shallow lake inside, glistening and opaque, milk clinging to every fold.

And when he gave her hips a gentle shake, just testing, the liquid sloshed audibly; a few fat drops escaped and rolled downward, trailing over her belly, dripping onto the undersides of her heavy breasts, then sliding across her chest until her whole torso glistened with streaks of her own combined milk.

And every time Fauna involuntarily clenched—trying to fight the fullness—another small gush leaked out, running in slow rivers down her body.

Seeing this, Mika’s cock—already painfully hard—throbbed violently against Fauna’s lower back. She felt it like an iron bar pressing into her spine, hot and unyielding, and a broken whimper escaped her.

He honestly wanted to just ravage Fauna on the spot and greedy suck the milk out of her pussy.

But he decided to be reserved and act like a gentleman and take his time with the drink in front of him.

So, first, he withdrew his three fingers from Fauna’s mouth with a slow drag.

She gasped immediately—chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny with spit, while trying to form words.

"M-Mika...please...There’s no need...don’t—"

He didn’t let her finish, as he leaned down until his nose was barely an inch from her overflowing entrance and inhaled deeply.

The scent hit him like a drug.

Sweet. Creamy. Rich. Almost alcoholic, like the most expensive dessert wine left open in a warm room, mixed with something primal and feminine and unmistakably Fauna.

He could smell the faint undertone of Anya’s lighter contribution too—cleaner, more pure and the combination made his head spin.

"I could bottle this smell." He murmured against her folds. "Make candles out of it. Burn it through the whole house. Gods...it’s intoxicating."

Fauna lifted her head weakly, dizzy from the inversion and managed to focus on him just long enough to see what he was doing.

"Mika...stop...please...you don’t have to—"

He met her wide, glassy eyes.

Gave her one long, burning look.

Then dove in.

His lips sealed over her entrance in a firm, possessive kiss and he sucked hard using his mouth like a straw—

—and the first thick gush of mixed milk flooded over his tongue.

The taste exploded.

It was sweeter than anything he’d had before—impossibly rich, velvety, layered

Fauna’s heavy cream provided the deep, full-bodied base; Anya’s lighter milk added a bright, almost delicate lift.

But the real magic was the combination: Fauna’s warm love juices mingling with both, turning the whole thing into something decadent, forbidden, addictive.

"Oh—Mika—oh Mika—no—no—Mika—no—!"

Fauna’s voice cracked into desperate, keening moans.

Her whole body thrashed weakly in his grip—legs kicking against his shoulders, hands scrabbling at air—but she couldn’t escape.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Every pull of his lips dragged more milk out of her, thick ropes sliding down his throat while rivulets escaped the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin.

And he didn’t just suck.

He worked his tongue in deep—curling it against her inner walls, scooping out every drop he could reach, lapping at the creamy mixture like a man starved.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

The wet, obscene sounds filled the room: sloppy suction, soft gulps, the occasional slosh when he shook her again to dislodge more.

And Fauna’s protests too dissolved into filthy, broken babble.

"I-It’s so wrong—so wrong—my own children, filling me, drinking from me! Oh gods, Mika—your tongue—your mouth on my pussy—drinking our milk!"

"Anya’s milk—my milk—inside me—it’s so dirty—so taboo—!"

Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against his face, smearing more cream across his cheeks and nose.

"You’re—eating—your mother’s cunt—drinking from it—like a filthy animal—oh—Mika—deeper—please—deeper—!"

She didn’t even realize what she was saying anymore—shame and pleasure twisting together until she couldn’t tell them apart.

Mika growled against her folds; tongue plunging deeper, sucking harder, swallowing every drop that flooded his mouth.

His hands gripped her thighs so tightly his fingers left red marks; his cock throbbed painfully against her back, leaking pre-cum in hot pulses.

Anya watched it all—kneeling beside them, one hand idly circling her own still-leaking nipple with wide, reverent eyes.

"Look at her, Mika." She whispered, voice thick. "She’s falling apart. She loves it. She loves being our milk-filled toy."

Mika pulled back just long enough to speak with lips shiny, chin dripping before diving back in.

"She does." He rasped between pulls. "Listen to her. Begging for it even while she cries how wrong it is."

He sucked again drawing out a thick stream that made Fauna arch violently.

"More—more—Mika—drink it all—don’t waste it—please—don’t waste our milk—!"

Her voice cracked into a sob of pure overstimulation and hearing this, Anya leaned closer, stroking Fauna’s sweat-damp hair.

"That’s right, Mom." She cooed softly. "Let him drink. Let him empty you. You’re so full...so perfect...just let him take it all."

Fauna sobbed in broken ecstasy.

"Yes—yes—Mika—take it—take it all—your mommy’s pussy—your mommy’s milk—your sister’s milk—all for you—all for my babies—!"

And she clenched again—harder this time—sending another thick, warm wave straight into his mouth.

Squirt!

Mika felt the fresh splash hit the back of his throa and Fauna’s sudden, needy whine pushed him over the edge.

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a low growl he yanked her hips down harder, locking her thighs around his ears like a vice.

His lips sealed completely over her dripping entrance and he dove in with unrestrained hunger—tongue spearing deep, lips sucking with bruising force, cheeks hollowing as he tried to pull every last drop directly from her womb.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

He ate her like a starving animal.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

Slurping, gulping, messy—milk and slick poured out in thick rivulets that ran down his chin, soaked his neck, dripped onto his chest, splattered across the sofa cushions beneath them.

But he didn’t care, as milk sprayed in erratic bursts every time he thrust his tongue deeper, painting his face, his hair, his shoulders in glistening white streaks.

Fauna was caught completely off guard by the sudden escalation.

"Mika—stop—stop—no—no—it’s coming—something’s coming—oh no—Mika—!"

Her hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his hair as she tried to push him away, but her arms were weak, trembling, useless against the iron grip he had on her thighs.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Every time she pushed, he only sucked harder; lips pulling, tongue curling, fingers spreading her folds wider so he could plunge even deeper.

This went on until her entire body seized.

"No—no—Mika—I’m coming—I’m coming—I’m coming—!"

A violent shudder ripped through her pussy clamping down like a vice and then she exploded.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

But it wasn’t the usual gentle squirt at all.

Her womb contracted hard, walls snapping tight, and every ounce of stored milk—

—hers and Anya’s combined, along with a gushing flood of her own slick—

—was expelled in one massive, uncontrollable burst.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Anya’s blessing also shattered instantly—her control over Fauna’s body vanished as the orgasm overrode everything.

Fauna’s pussy clenched so violently that the artificially relaxed opening slammed shut, forcing all the liquid outward in a single explosive jet.

It hit Mika like a bucket thrown in his face.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

Thick, creamy waves splashed across his features—coating his eyes, flooding his open mouth, plastering his hair to his forehead, running in rivers down his cheeks and neck.

More followed, pulse after pulse splattering his shoulders, drenching his chest until he looked like he’d been dunked head-first into warm cream.