I leaned forward and kissed her, hard. Belle made a surprised noise against my mouth before responding with equal fervor. Her lips tasted like honey and milk, sweet and addictive.
While kissing her, I positioned the glass under her breast and began to massage the soft flesh. Milk sprayed into the cup immediately. The System registered each ounce collected.
Belle moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders. When we broke apart for air, she looked at me with glazed eyes.
"Moo moo," she whispered, then giggled at her own joke.
"Did you just—"
"Shut up and keep milking me." She grabbed my wrist and guided my hand more firmly against her breast.
I obliged, continuing to extract her essence while kissing down her neck. The cup filled steadily, white liquid sloshing against the glass sides. Belle's breath came in short pants, her body responding beautifully to my touch.
"There's something so wrong about this," she murmured, eyes closed in bliss.
