Jason froze, his breath hitching in his throat. The dim light of the alley cast deep shadows, but the sight before him was vivid and blindingly explicit. The cow woman had shrugged her top down, freeing her massive, heavy breasts from the confines of her clothing. They were enormous, swaying slightly with every breath she took, the pale skin stretched tight over the sheer volume of her chest.
But it was the nipples that held his gaze. They were wide and dark, already engorged and glistening. Thick, creamy white milk was leaking from them in slow, heavy droplets, trailing down the slope of her breasts and pooling in the crease of her cleavage. The scent hit him instantly—sweet, warm, and intoxicatingly musky.
"You look thirsty, little man," she whispered, her voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to echo in the narrow space.
