[Corry’s bright grin is immediate, unmistakable in it's fondness and delight. Junpei's very independent, brave in a way he marvels at. She's the mother of his children, and just as gorgeous now as when he'd first met her, but also sometimes just as shy and sweet.

So he reaches out, hands cupping her sweet, full breasts, squeezing possessively, thumbs finding the hard peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric.] That's my good girl. My sweet little milk cow.

[Slowly circling his touch around the tips of Junpei's tits, Corrigan arches an eyebrow, prompting:] Tell me what you want more, pretty girl. Do you want my big cock inside you? Fucking you deep? Making you squeal?

[A pause, the other eyebrow arching as he feels the bikini's cloth grow damp.] Or do you want me to milk you?