She looked down, following my gaze. Around her nipples, the soft maxi dress fabric had darkened in two small wet patches, milk seeping through the thin material, making the outline of her stiff nipples even more visible. A few drops had soaked in, spreading slowly across the swell of her breasts.
"Oh," Shyla said softly, her cheeks flushing a light pink as if she were embarrassed to be leaking like that in front of someone. She shifted slightly on the sofa, one hand instinctively moving toward her chest before she caught herself and let it fall back to her lap.
"Sorry, Alex… they've been so full lately," she murmured, her voice quiet and a little shy, her eyes flicking up to mine and then back down to the damp spots on her dress.
