The morning mist hung heavy over the bedroom, a soft light filtering through the curtains as she awoke. Her generous chest a familiar weight as she stretched.
She felt a familiar pull a primal urge. Her tummy still soft from last night's indulgence.
A sudden blush crept up her neck as she remembered the night. His touch lingering her black collar.
Now a new craving took hold one only milk could satisfy. She reached for herself a familiar rhythm.
The milk flowed freely a warm stream down her chest.
She watched it drip mesmerized.
The feeling was intoxicating.
Her black nipples stood firm a testament to her overflowing bounty.
She imagined another mouth at her breast.
Edelgard was not the only one with such delicious assets.
Perhaps a taste of something different.
She bit her lip in anticipation.
The night was still young filled with untold possibilities.
