After nearly half an hour of almost notstop sex, Jon and Tabitha lay in each other's arms, exhausted. Jon idly fondled Tabitha's gigantic tits, eliciting moans of pleasure from his partner. As he touched her nipples, he noticed that they were damp. Tabitha was lactating.
"Oh, that," said Tabitha. "I've been lactating ever since I was thirteen. It's another reason I go topless: I don't have to go around with damp shirts and bras all the time. And there's no risk of it spoiling on a hot day."
"It doesn't seem like regular breast milk, though," said Jon. "Though I would admit that I'm not sure how breast milk differs from other milk, so I might be wrong."
"No," Tabitha said. "It actually is different from other women's breast milk. You see, instead of regular breast milk, my breasts actually make..."
