Hmm. Is that because of the mixture or something else? I'd say considering our past experiments... it's just your nature, no?
[with a hum, rei grabs a beaker and holds it under a leaking nipple. and then he squeezes. and just keeps squeezing his fingers together to keep the flow going.]
I wonder just how much you can produce as well. How much would you bet?
[fingers squeeze together and Olivine's moans only grow louder, cock throbbing in his pants as Rei works the liquid into the first beaker.]
I... haah... oh, God— [His own fingers cling harder then, some of that warm milk dribbling over Rei's fingers and down his chest.] I'm not sure... it feels like—so much... I don't think one beaker will be enough for even one side...
[certainly not if every squeeze and tug keeps the flow as strong as it is for very long.]
[dizziness filters through him as Rei's fingers release his nipple to move to the other side, and he takes a moment to comply because of it. long fingers squish and squeeze to the continued chorus of those little whines, hips twitching as his jewelry slides free of the other nipple. thick milk drips down over his chest immediately, the nub seeming more swollen with the piercing removed.]
Not... not that much. [a ragged breath escapes him as he speaks, the first beaker rapidly filling as the priest plays with his nipple.] Maybe half a teaspoon...? Mmngh. Maybe it—reacted with one of the other ingredients.
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[with a hum, rei grabs a beaker and holds it under a leaking nipple. and then he squeezes. and just keeps squeezing his fingers together to keep the flow going.]
I wonder just how much you can produce as well. How much would you bet?
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[fingers squeeze together and Olivine's moans only grow louder, cock throbbing in his pants as Rei works the liquid into the first beaker.]
I... haah... oh, God— [His own fingers cling harder then, some of that warm milk dribbling over Rei's fingers and down his chest.] I'm not sure... it feels like—so much... I don't think one beaker will be enough for even one side...
[certainly not if every squeeze and tug keeps the flow as strong as it is for very long.]
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[considering how the beaker is already half full and the flow doesn't appear to be stopping anytime soon? yeah, an easy guess for sure.]
You keep squeezing this one. I'll prepare the other one.
[switching sides, he undoes olivine's jewelry for this nipple. so he has one beaker full of milk with the jewelry. and one without. for science!]
How much of the stimulant did you add? It doesn't even look close to slowing, hah.
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[dizziness filters through him as Rei's fingers release his nipple to move to the other side, and he takes a moment to comply because of it. long fingers squish and squeeze to the continued chorus of those little whines, hips twitching as his jewelry slides free of the other nipple. thick milk drips down over his chest immediately, the nub seeming more swollen with the piercing removed.]
Not... not that much. [a ragged breath escapes him as he speaks, the first beaker rapidly filling as the priest plays with his nipple.] Maybe half a teaspoon...? Mmngh. Maybe it—reacted with one of the other ingredients.