Each eager slurp he made earned a spurt of her delicious milk, and her other tit began to bead with her product from his teasing. Latte’s legs quivered, and she felt like she was melting into the table below her, wholly unprepared for the satisfying onslaught she was enduring. The familiar glint of a far away climax returned, and as Anon switched to her other tit, Latte found her excitement somehow rising even more.