He placed his index and middle fingers on both l*bia, then repeatedly opened and closed them like scissors. Squelch, squelch. With these lewd wet sounds, more fluid flowed and stretched stickily on his fingers. Eventually, slurp, smack. Shasha’s breath grew ragged each time her folds, which had begun making quite greedy sounds as they pressed together, were spread wide horizontally.

“Haah… ah…”

After repeating this several more times, Edgar gradually moved his hand and flicked her heated cl*toris.

“But this part is definitely… getting more tense the more I touch it. It looks painful, all stiff and er*ect.”

“Mmh… Edgar… wait…”

“I think it’s because your cl*t rubbed against my c*ck too much recently. Remember how your cl*t and my c*ck had plenty of s*x after so long…”

“There, it’s too… ah, mmm!”

Her moans grew louder at his continued dirty talk. Shasha clearly enjoyed hearing lewd words. Edgar’s eyes curved as he realized this fact once again, and he began to vigorously flick the cl*toris caught on his fingertips.

His other hand crept to his pants, exposing his throbbing c*ck. Soon, the er*ect pillar settled between the woman’s bare lower back and his abs. prec*m dripped down as his t*sticles pressed against the cleft of her b*ttocks.

Shasha seemed to feel him too, squirming her lower body. It wasn’t a movement of discomfort but one driven by instinct. Knowing her husband’s c*ck was throbbing with arousal against her, she was unconsciously desperate for more contact.

Edgar licked his lips hungrily at her cute movements. Then he grabbed her thoroughly flicked cl*toris as if pinching it and shook it.

“Ah, ah… hah!”

“We’ll have to refrain from cl*t s*x from now on…”

She shook her head slightly. It was unclear whether this was an involuntary response to the sensation or her way of saying she wanted to continue those lewd acts. However, Edgar decided the answer on his own.

“Do you want to keep doing it?”

Then show me your cl*toris directly whenever you want to do it, he continued. His voice promised that if she peeled back the hood and exposed her bud, he would suck and devour it thoroughly with his c*ck. She neither denied nor confirmed this, only letting out thin moans.

At that point, Edgar withdrew his hand from her p*ssy.

“Ah…”

Then he cupped both her br*asts, which had been leaking milk steadily.

Though he had been momentarily distracted by massaging her below, today his purpose clearly centered on her br*asts. Her n*pples released milk with each pinch of their tips. Edgar spread the liquid over the red buds, recalling a few days ago.

“Ah, but… Your br*asts…”

“They’ll probably keep producing milk.”

“……”

He hadn’t known because he’d kept his distance from their bed since the baby was born…

That milk-soaked n*pples could be so er*tic.

Putting his mouth on the sleeping woman’s br*ast had been irresistible. The taste of the br*ast milk he had sucked and swallowed in a daze still lingered heavily at the base of his tongue.

Each time he pressed his tongue against the firmly er*ect buds and rolled it wetly, each time he held them between his lips and sucked, her taste poured down his throat. It aroused him differently than when he put his mouth on her wet p*ssy.

‘I want to taste it again…’

It was a desire that had made him thirsty ever since that day.

As soon as Edgar dwelled on this desire, he lifted his hand from her br*ast and licked what had collected there. He regretted that it had flowed down his wrist and arm. He should have caught it in his mouth instead of letting it go to waste.

Eventually, the man released her br*ast and naturally turned her body, which he had been holding from behind, to face him. He gazed at her hazy lavender eyes before slowly lowering his gaze.

Her body, drenched in fragrant oil, looked so er*tic it made his mouth water.

Especially the peaks on her snow-white mounds, which had become noticeably plumper. They were naturally pale, but now they were flushed red even without being sucked, and the areolas surrounding them had become as swollen as the enlarged buds.

Perfect for sucking.

Though he knew these changes were for the baby, Edgar had always been a greedy man when it came to Shasha. More precisely, he lacked the ability to think of anything coming between him and her. Even if that something was Theodore, who resembled Shasha so closely.

Therefore, he naturally pushed thoughts of his son to the back of his mind and intently observed those ripened fruits that seemed prepared just for him.

“…Stop staring.”

A breathless voice tried to stop him. Yet her obviously flushed cheeks made the corners of his mouth turn up.

“That’s a bit difficult…”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he swallowed the saliva pooling at the base of his tongue.

His prominent Adam’s apple undulated greatly, as if he had delicious food before him, and seeing this, Shasha’s throat moved in a similar fashion. The layers of tension pressing down on their skin were obvious. Finally, their gazes met, and immediately his hand reached out.

“Mmh…”

His hand traced up her body, parting the mounds like cutting between hills, passing over her wet p*ssy and flat lower abdomen, and began gently massaging both br*asts again.

Recalling ‘what he needed to do,’ what only he—Shasha’s husband—could do. He stimulated her n*pples with fingertips coated in the flowing milk. When he lightly scratched the sensitive surface with his nails, the yearning in Shasha’s eyes was clearly visible. Seeing this, Edgar gently pinched the buds between his fingers while kneading her br*asts.

“Haah…”

He couldn’t hide his roughened breathing.

Had her milk ducts opened as her body’s sensitivity increased? Her br*ast milk moistened his hands even with the lightest touch. Edgar’s Adam’s apple undulated again. He furrowed his brow, unable to handle the pooling saliva. His patience was rapidly wearing thin. When he had held her from behind, he could endure because he couldn’t see the sight before him, but now…

The thought that he should continue massaging was naturally fading. Reflecting this, his upper body was already leaning heavily over the woman. The man finally spoke with a voice mixed with a sigh.

“Shasha, I don’t think hands are enough for this.”

It was purely a ploy to satisfy his own desires. Soon, Edgar’s head slowly lowered. His hot breath fell onto her n*pple.

“Mmh…”

“Sucking with my mouth definitely makes more come out…”

He smiled, belatedly admitting that he had sucked his sleeping wife’s br*ast. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at his eyes, which were creased so brightly they seemed harmless.

Edgar pressed the bud down with his tongue without taking his eyes off her until the end. When he lightly bit and pulled it with a small “chup,” her small hand firmly gripped his shoulder. Immediately after, his mouth opened wider to cover more of her br*ast.

“Ah!”

“Haah…”

The sweet, soft taste he had been recalling moistened the tip of his tongue. It was an er*tic taste that stimulated l*st. The rose scent mixed between his breaths, deepened by excitement, was also one of the things that aroused Edgar. The flower fragrance he had come to like because of Shasha. Always, when thinking of his wife, the scent that followed the smell of her skin…

His breathing became even rougher. Finally, the l*st pooled in his relaxed blue eyes began to seep out. Perhaps because he had kept away from his wife’s scent for so long, he could no longer suppress the rising impulse and simply gave in to it.

In other words, he cupped the br*ast he was licking with both hands and bit its tip fully.

“Ah, hng!”

The er*tic taste intensified, making his head feel like it was boiling.

Finally, furrowing his brow, he began circling the bud with his tongue and gulping down the br*ast milk. The tip of his tongue, obsessively licking the milk, fiercely scratched the split crevice of her n*pple as if demanding more.

Shasha’s upper body twitched each time his stiff tongue flicked against the surface of her n*pple.