"Wha...?"

He leaned down and closed his hand lightly around her throat. "These nipples. How do we make them produce milk?"

"The next thing you love after my boobs has to be my throat..."

"Answer me."

She blinked, trying to focus. "Only... nursing mothers... have milk..."

The image detonated in his mind; Isla, round with his child, those huge breasts heavy and leaking as he fucked her from behind, milk he would happily drink. The fantasy was so vivid it made his spent cock twitch inside ...