Jules shifts as she holds him against her sex, smearing those juices over his face.  Trying to a position to make breathing easier as he is pressed to her.  A grimace crossing his face as she grabs his nipple to pull him up, hands clenching as she does so.  Why does she keep doing that?  It hurts... probably why she does it.<br/><br/>He nuzzles one breast as the drop of her milk forms at her nipple.  He nods his head yes, he hadn't anything to eat, well, other than a drop of her milk, in so long, he is not sure how long.  Yesterday?  Was it yesterday, or maybe before?<br/><br/>Jules licks up the drop, his lips closing about her nipple, tongue licking, as his mouth suckles on her.  If she is smiling, he cannot tell, as he lays there there against her.  Enjoying the feel of her hand on his back, the warmth of her body.  Trying to enjoy the moment, sure that at any time, she will hurt him again<br/><br/>His eyes close, feeling so tired.  Maybe just a moment... close his eyes for a minute or two...  And with that thought, he dozes off to sleep.