Lysa shivers again, as she feels his fingers sliding along the sides of her wet slit, arousal dripping further. Her ears twitch as she hears him noisily let go of her nipple, pants beginning to leave her mouth. She sees him press the fingers past his lips, her juices sweet. "Mm, damn, why didn't you buy me a drink?" She looked to him curiously, before the hand goes between her thighs. She gasps out as the fingers go against her womanhood, expecting his fingers to slide into her. She cries out a bit, milk still leaking from her, as he rubs at a nipple. Her bust stays presented, as he rubs, before taking a nipple past his lips to suck again. More breast milk comes from her, with more pussy juices leaking.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>