March lapped the final drops of her milk from her nipple, grinning. Done with his appetizer, March sat back with a cacophony of splashes and gurgles echoing from his milk-bloated stomach. His long, desterous fingers continued their work, rubbing and massaging her until she was nearly ready to come. Removing his hand, then, he motioned to her to straddle him, so that as they fucked her belly would rub against his, and produce a symphony of sloshing.