>Kiara is pregnant with your child.
>Early in the third trimester.
>She's been having even more body aches.
>You've agreed to give her a full body rubdown/massage a few times a week no relieve the soreness and aches from the pregnancy.
>Currently kneeling on the bed next to her, massaging her lower calf.
>After finishing her backside, you start running down her front,
>Take your time on her swollen breasts with a lighter touch, as she's complained about them being particularly sore over the last week or so.
>As you run soft circles with your index and middle finger around her breasts and areolas, your fingers catch a little bit of liquid.
>You pull away and look down to see a light white liquid on the tips of your fingers.
>She opens her eyes after noticing you stopped and looks down in the same direction you are.
>Her face instantly reddens.
>"O-Oh sorry sorry sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, it just started yesterday and-"
>You place your dry fingers on her lips and smile lightly at her.
"You're really going to apologize for lactating?"
>You feel her mouth twitch under your fingers as you pull them away.
>"Well, it takes us out of the mood..." she responds despondently her soft features shifting into a frown.
>You lean in to give her a soft kiss to reassure her nothings wrong, your wrist sliding against her skin as your palm presses into the soft fabric of the sheets.
>She returns it with slight hesitation.
>After pulling away, you give her a small smile.
>Leaning down to her breasts, you look up to see her flustered, the blush still light across her cheeks.
>You see the light white liquid pool at the tip of her nipple.
>Giving her a daring look, you lean in and run your tongue in a circle around her areola, catching the lightest amount of milk on the side.
>You feel her shift slightly under you and let out a small gasp of shock.
>With a quick lick, you run your tongue across her nipple picking up the pooled milk on the tip.
>As you look up to see her reaction, your tongue plays with the sweet taste, filling your mouth.
>"What the heck Anon!" She gives you a shove off of her.
>Pulling back, you return to your kneeling position next to her and try to give her a smooth smile.
"Honestly, I was just curious how it tasted. I figured if it's from you, it's got to be just as sweet"
>She lets out a small giggle and sighs.
>"Well, I guess it's fine, but you can ask me next time instead of just doing it, you know."
>She turns to look quizzingly at you trying to suss out your reaction to the taste.
"If you're wondering and haven't tried yourself, it's actually pretty sweet. It really wasn't that bad."
>She scrunches her face slightly as if the though of trying her own lactation disgusts her.
>But oddly, she doesn't seem as upset that you actually kind of liked it.
>After that, until birth, Kiara would let you occasionally taste her both to releve the soreness and pressure in her breasts as well as well as add a little game to your nights of passion.
Early birthday present for you dirty little fucks.
