<i>My kind do not normally produce this ‘[pc.milkNoun],’</i> she says, bouncing your tits in her hands once more. You wince, half in discomfort from having your tensed, overfull boobs played with so roughly, and half in pleasure, for the exact same reason. <i>Although, it is fair to say that I take more after your kind than, say, [fw.name]. You and I both have breasts, after all, and she does not.</i>
Nykke cups her hand underneath your leaking nipple, letting some of your [pc.milk] drip onto her open palm. Once a bit pools in her hand, she brings it to her nose, giving it a sniff; then, with her eyes on you, she places her hand over her mouth, and she drinks it.
<i>I suppose, if I have breasts like you, then I should expect to produce [pc.milkNoun] like you, too, {PC has dick: once I begin to expect our kip}{else:should I ever come to expect a kip}.</i> She leans into you, her hands wrapping around to your back to keep you in place; she bends her neck downward a bit, bringing your left tit to her face. Without any more preamble, she opens her mouth, and closes the gap, her lips forming a tight seal around your [pc.nipple]. <i>I am sure, if I were to produce [pc.milkNoun], and I needed some relief, you, as my Qal, would be quick to act. It is only right, as your Qim, that I give you what you need, too.</i>
Nykke’s lips compress, and you immediately groan in a cross of sexual delight, and sheer relief at having the pressure in your boob finally getting an outlet – and Nykke being a thirsty girl with a hell of an appetite is just icing on the cake. She sucks and sucks, filling her mouth with more and more of your [pc.milk], until her cheeks balloon and her tongue is pressed flat in her own mouth; she swishes the drink around in between her cheeks, before, with several, huge, echoing gulps, she swallows every last drop and starts again.