Matthew sat down at his dining room table, opening a carton of milk to pour some into his cereal. When he turned the carton, the equivalent of a mouthful plopped into the bowl. Frowning, Matthew stood and looked in the fridge for anything resembling milk.
"Milly?!"
Matthew turned toward a hall, looking for his roommate to either come out or call back to him. It was only a moment before a pretty girl peeked around the corner.
"Yes Mat?"
Matthew held up the carton. "Did you go to the store for milk yesterday? I'm not mad if you forgot, I'm just wondering."
Milly gasped, and came jogging toward Matthew as she profusely apologized. Matthew had just sat back in his seat, but he jolted when Milly leaned on his shoulder, beginning to unbutton her shirt. They had only been roommates for about a week, so Matthew had experienced nothing even close to this level of thirst yet.
"M-Milly, what are you—"
Milly got angry with her shirt and ripped it open, spraying three or four buttons across the room. "I'm sorry, I have to repay you for not getting the milk!"
Matthew turned toward her, attempting to reassure her and saying "Milly, you don't need to worry about—"
Before he could finish the sentence, Milly popped a whole titty out of her bra cup, and Matthew went completely silent. Her boobs being somewhere around L cups? That he could look past. It was her erect nipple on his shoulder that threw him off. She put her hellacious boob over the cereal bowl and began to milk herself into his bowl as Matthew watched in terror.
After a few moments, she had filled the bowl up with her own milk, and had gotten herself worked up by massaging at her teat flesh for a minute or so. She panted a few times, then looked over at Matthew. "Can you help me with something, Matthew?"