Derek’s obsession with Stiles’s milk had become all-consuming, a filthy addiction that consumed every stolen moment. Her tits, now even fatter and heavier from the pregnancy, leaked constantly—white droplets beading on her darkened pink nipples at the slightest touch or thought. Derek couldn’t resist; whenever possible, he’d corner her, lifting her loose dress to latch on like a starved animal. “Fuck, baby… these milky udders are driving me crazy,” he’d groan in the kitchen one morning, sucking greedily while Paige was upstairs, milk flooding his mouth as Stiles moaned softly. “Drink me, Daddy… empty your pregnant slut… ah, yes, suck harder!” She’d grind against his thigh, her pussy dripping, and he’d finger her to a quick squirt before pulling away, wiping his chin with a smirk.