Alex swallowed hard, his gaze locked on the way her nipples seemed to harden under his stare, the damp patch on her shirt growing as a drop of milk beaded at the tip and soaked through. His cock throbbed harder, the head pressing painfully against his jeans, begging for friction, for release, and he could feel the familiar buildup in his balls, that overwhelming surge of sperm ready to explode at the slightest provocation. She was flirting, innocently on the surface, but there was an undercurrent of manipulation in her tone, a way she tilted her head and let her eyes linger on the bulge in his pants that made his conflicted heart race.

"I've been feeling so full lately," she continued, her fingers tracing the edge of her mug absentmindedly, "like I could burst any second. It's annoying, really—having all this... overflow. But it's not so bad if you know how to handle it."