She lowered herself.
Both nipples, pressing toward his mouth.
He opened his mouth.
Her nipple found his lips.
He 'sucked.'
The milk came in a full, hot, immediate flood — not a trickle, not a bead, a 'mouthful,' warm and rich and dense, flooding his mouth in one long pull as his lips sealed and his tongue pressed flat and his throat worked to swallow it all.
Rihana's back arched completely.
Her hands flew to his hair.
"AAAHH~— MASTER—!! IT'S— TOO STRONG—!! HNGH~!!"
The suction was relentless. He drank like he'd decided to empty her and was prepared to spend however long that took.
Her milk ran from the corner of his mouth, down his jaw, onto the mat.
He pulled to the other nipple.
She couldn't speak.
