I pinched both of Helen's stiff nipples between my fingers and twisted them firmly, watching her face twist in ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks and down to her heaving chest.
"When was the last time these had milk, Helen?" I asked, still playing with her sensitive nipples, rolling and tugging them as I spoke.
"Gia was a little girl, Sir… it has been so long," Helen answered breathlessly, her voice trembling as she watched me toy with her breasts. The memory seemed to stir something deep inside her, especially as she saw the hungry look in my eyes, the clear desire to fill her breasts with milk again.
"They must have been so heavy back then," I murmured, admiring how full and soft they felt in my hands even now. I squeezed them gently, lifting their weight and letting them settle heavily again.
"Yeah, Sir… ahhh," Helen moaned, her body shivering under my touch.
