Diane was sprawled out on her best friend Leo’s old leather couch, her curvy body sinking into the cushions.
She was 24, and was used to turning heads, mostly because of her massive boobs that had been a thing since she was, like, seven.
They’d been full-on lactating since she was 18, which was wild, but by 20, she’d figured out how to make bank off it. Selling her milk and offering adult breastfeeding sessions was her gig now, and she was damn good at it.
Her tight tank top was already straining against her chest, a few wet spots showing where she was leaking a little.
Leo was slouched in the armchair across from her, looking like someone had just kicked his puppy. Diane hated seeing him like that. They’d been besties forever, and she always knew when he needed a pick-me-up.
“Baby, you look rough,” she said, leaning forward, her boobs jiggling a bit as she did. “Wanna hear something to cheer you up? I got a funny story.”
He perked up just a smidge, giving her a weak smile. “Mhm. Lay it on me.”
She grinned. “Okay, so last week, I had this client, right? He showed up, all sweaty, fumbling with his wallet. As like the others he couldn’t stop staring at my chest like it’s gonna hypnotize him or something. I’m like, ‘Chill, man, it’s just boobs.’ Anyway, I pull my top off, and he’s on me immediately. I swear, not even thirty seconds in, he’s shaking like a leaf, and then, he’s done. Like, under a minute! I’m sitting there, trying so hard not to laugh, and he’s giving apologies like he broke my damn couch or something.”
Diane cracked up. Leo laughed too, but it was kinda half-hearted. She caught the way his eyes kept flicking to her chest, lingering on the wet spots on her shirt. His face was getting red, and when she glanced down, she saw the obvious bulge in his jeans. Oh, yeah, he was feeling something, alright.
She smirked and leaned closer. “Need some relief, baby?”
His eyes snapped to hers, wide and kinda glassy, like he was already lost in a daydream. “Uh… yeah,” he mumbled. “Fuck. Please, Di.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. With a quick tug, she yanked her tank top over her head, tossing it onto the couch. Her boobs spilled out, heavy and full, milk already beading at her nipples.
They were leaking a little, a few drops sliding down her skin, and Leo just stared, his mouth practically watering. “Go for it,” she said, grinning, and that was all the invitation he needed.
Leo leaned in, his hands shaky as they found her waist. His lips closed around one nipple, and he let out a low, needy groan that sent a little shiver down her spine.
The way he sucked was eager and desperate, like he’d been starving for this. Warm milk flooded his mouth, and he moaned again, louder this time, his eyes fluttering shut. His jeans were tented so tight it looked painful.
“Damn, Leo. You’re really into this, huh?” she teased, reaching down, her fingers brushing over the bulge in his pants. He twitched at the touch, sucking harder, a little milk dribbling down his chin.
She popped the button on his jeans, unzipped them slowly, and slid her hand inside. His cock was rock-hard, pulsing under her fingers, already wet with precum.
She wrapped her hand around him, giving a light squeeze, and he groaned into her breast, the sound all muffled and needy.
Diane pulled his cock free, letting it spring out of his jeans. It was hot in her hand, throbbing, and she used his precum to lube up her palm, stroking him slowly at first.
“Easy, big guy,” she murmured, watching his face as he kept sucking, his lips locked onto her nipple like he couldn’t get enough. Milk was still leaking from her other breast, dripping onto her lap, but she didn’t care. The way Leo was panting, his hips twitching with every stroke, was kinda hot. She’d always known he had a thing for her, but seeing him lose it like this? Yeah, that was doing something for her too.
She picked up the pace, her hand sliding up and down his shaft. Leo’s groans were getting louder and more desperate, vibrating against her skin as he switched to her other breast.
“Fuck, Di,” he gasped, pulling back just long enough to get the words out before diving back in. “Your milk… it’s so fucking good.” His voice was all slurred, like he was drunk on her, and she couldn’t help but grin wider. The guy was a mess, and she was loving every second of it.
His cock was leaking like crazy now, precum dripping over her fingers, making her strokes smoother and faster. She could feel him getting close with the way his hips were jerking, and his sucks getting sloppy, like he was too caught up in the pleasure to focus.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” she whispered. He just groaned, his mouth full of her milk, his hands gripping her hips like he was holding on for dear life.
It didn’t take long after that. Maybe a minute or two of her stroking him, and he was done for. His whole body tensed, his cock pulsing hard in her grip as he came, spilling over her hand and onto his jeans.
He jerked with every wave, groaning into her breast, yet his lips never left her nipple. Diane kept stroking him through it, milking every last shudder out of him until he was spent, his body slumping against her.
But even after he came, Leo didn’t stop. He kept sucking, softer now, like he was savoring every drop. “God, Di,” he mumbled, his voice all hoarse and dreamy. “Your milk… it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. So fucking sweet. Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you, Di.” He nuzzled into her chest, his lips brushing her nipple as he took another slow pull, moaning like he was in heaven.
Diane leaned back, her hand still resting on his softening cock, a lazy smile spreading across her face. She watched him completely lose himself in her, his face all blissed out and content. It was kinda cute, honestly, the way he was so into it.
She felt a little spark of pride, knowing she could make him feel this good and relaxed, after such a crap day. Her boobs were still leaking, but she didn’t care.
She ran her fingers through his messy hair. “You’re welcome, my love,” she said softly.
Leo just hummed, too caught up in the taste of her to answer, and Diane settled back, letting him have his fill.