Abigaille's eyes fluttered open, her mind slowly surfacing from the thick, euphoric daze that had swallowed her whole. Her body still buzzed with the aftershocks of her climax, her chest heaving as she blinked into focus, only to find Nina and Camila standing right in front of her, their faces etched with concern.
The sight jolted her, but then a spark of realization lit up her hazy gaze, and a wide, giddy smile broke across her lips. She glanced down at her breasts, still slick and leaking with milk, and a rush of joy flooded through her.
"Oh-Oh my goodness!" She gasped, her voice trembling with excitement as she clasped her hands together, her eyes shining. "Look at me I'm lactating! I did it, I really did it! I'm so happy—I can finally be a proper mother, just like you two!" Her tone was bright and breathless, her fluster giving way to pure, unfiltered delight as she bounced slightly on the sofa, milk dribbling from her nipples with every little movement.
