The summer heat clung to Maryana's skin like a second dress. Her blue sundress did little to contain her heavy, milk-swollen tits—the fabric straining against dark nipples that stood at attention. Seven-year-old Pavel played nearby, but her attention was on the hungry infant at her breast. That's when she noticed Mr. Chang watching.

The elderly Chinese landlord approached after her baby finished feeding. "I know your secret," he whispered, his eyes fixed on her still-exposed jugs. "Your milk... it's special."

Maryana's pussy clenched unexpectedly. How could he know about the genetic modification? About the elixir-like properties of her breast milk?

"I'm dying," Chang continued, his gaze dropping to where her dress gaped open. "But your tits could save me. I'll pay. One hundred credits per session."

Need warred with shame. Money was tight with her husband working off-world. Her cunt grew damp at the thought—not from attraction to the old man, but from the raw transaction of it. Her nipples hardened further, beads of milk forming at their tips.

"Show me," Chang demanded, his voice raspy.

Glancing around the secluded park bench, Maryana nodded. She hiked her dress higher, exposing both massive melons completely. The old man's breath hitched.

"Touch them first," she instructed, surprised at her own boldness. "They need stimulation to let down properly."

Chang's wrinkled hands trembled as they closed around her right tit. His thumbs brushed over the swollen areola, then circled her protruding nipple. Maryana gasped—the sensation wasn't unpleasant. Her body responded automatically, milk beginning to leak in thin streams.

"Now suck