Sure, she wasn’t pregnant or with a stud, but she still had milk to offer, and she knew what to do with it. She kept herself worked up, made sure to savor every last delicious drop of her nectar just for her favorite customer. Pressing against her teats, she had to suppress a moan. They weren’t massive, a bit above average at the moment, but the sensation of delectable milk within them made them all the more sensitive. Perhaps it was voyeuristic, and especially against Canterlot code, but she was saving this milk for him.