Third Person's POV
Her free hand, as if with a will of its own, flew to the back of his head, and her fingers started tangling in his hair to push him deeper into her chest with a silent plea for more.
Ethan groaned in approval, and the resulting vibration against the tender flesh of her breast made her toes curl while he focused his entire world on the perfect, soft weight of her breast in his hand and the taste of her on his tongue.
It was then that, between her escalating gasps and helpless moans, her hesitant, adorable voice trembled in the air.
"Haah~... Nh... W-Why…" she panted as her chest heaved against his mouth,
"Why do y-you suck.....m-my breasts so much...? There… There is no milk inside them..."
Her face was stained a deep, crimson blush as this lewd curiosity seemed to cost her all her courage.
Hearing this, Ethan finally released her nipple with a lewd, wet, popping sound.
