Milky

Lyly looks straight into the lens, all buttery hair and soft brown lashes. She peels her panties down and folds the cotton until they become a neat little square. Her legs ease apart. One slow push, and the fabric disappears between her flushed lips. Only the thin white strip stays visible. She sighs, low and pleased, then reaches for the chilled bottle beside her. Cool milk slides in next. Her belly tightens, then relaxes, taking every drop. When she’s full she rolls onto her back, knees high, and the pressure builds. A sudden rush of white milk spills out of her in a thick arc, splattering the sheets. The soaked panties ride the stream, fluttering free before she catches them again, fingers gliding back inside to chase another wave.