For the second time in short order, Latte was caught off guard. Suddenly moving upwards, Anon had shifted from eating her out to latching his lips around one of her nipples. He sucked with fury, coaxing groans of pleasure from Latte as he started to siphon some milk from her aching bosoms. Reaching a hand around, he massaged the tit he wasn’t slurping on, carefully twisting her nipple and furthering the throes of bliss he was sending Latte through.