"...What did you say, Evelyn?" I ask Evelyn, who's lying on the floor while I'm straddling her, positioned between her lovely legs.
"T-That's not fair... y-your lust is over the top to be doing so many things at once," she says, panting as I thrust my strap-on deep inside her. Despite her words, Evelyn's tail wags happily, making a dragging sound against the floor.
"Oh, really? But I've barely gotten any satisfaction myself. It's your fault you took so many hours to cum from just your tits," I say, glancing at the large puddle of milk near the wall that we'd moved away from.
After some time, Evelyn's milk had run out, but with the right encouragement, I managed to make her produce more—completely unforced, obviously. After all, if she accepted, it meant she consented first.
"You know... your tits could almost compete with mine. You must really like them, don't you?" I say, touching her belly, feeling the volume of the toy deep inside her.
