“Hmmm.” He grunts as he rolls the small breast in his palm. He lets go of Edi letting him hang from the hooks with his belt and shirt. With his body except for his arms touching the cold wall Lars stands tall.
Now he takes both hands to stimulate both breasts and starts kneading and tweaking them until small pearls of remaining milk glazed the nipples. When Lars can see that’s probably all he’s getting he licks his fingers before flipping Edi over.
The gasp he released from having his wet nipples hit the cold door was amusing but not his final goal for the evening. He lifts Edi’s body again but this time leaves it so his upper half still touches the wall. Ever slight movement from the bun results in another cold pressing of his chest to his slightly leaking nipples.
Mr. Bear takes his other hand and slowly swipes it down Edi’s clothed pussy stopping to twirl if finger just a bit at his clit. The fabric already being damp has him excited too.
“Tell me little bunny do you remember what we did—” Lars used his finger to slightly push into his pussy through the cloth. “ Here ?”
"W-wait, don't do that--"
-> Too late, Lars's large, warm hands kneading his tits gets the bear exactly what he wants, a few drops of the remaining milk Edi hasn't quite lost just yet. He whimpers, hating and yet also loving the sensation... and then it ends.
"What are you-- ah!"
-> He's flipped around, warm chest and leaking nipples pressed against the cold metal of the stall door. Edi grunts in frustration as he fails at getting into a more comfortable position, just in time for Lars to start teasing him again.
-> Edi squeezes his legs together as best as he can, and bites back a little moan as that finger presses into him, despite the layers of fabric
"Y--yes... I remember... like I could ever f-forget that experience..."
-> Having such a large and imposing cock pushed into him had more or less ruined his hole for anything much smaller. Not that he'd been sleeping around after giving birth, but, well... there's such a thing as masturbation...









