Whenever she chose the latter, she could always feel the pressure building inside, an exciting sensation that made her feel almost as hot as if she were lactating in public. Whenever she finally got home and took off the tape, she would release all her stored milk in a rush, a sensation that never failed to leave her wet and panting. However, she still yearned for more. In achieving her body's maximum possible lactation, she felt she had become what she was always meant to be, yet she still had been the only one to enjoy the pleasures of her obscenely massive, milky tits. She wanted to feel another's rough hands squeezing the hot white spray from her nipples, delivering the harsh abuse that her body deserved. Looking at her creamy pale tits, she would imagine them bruised and battered, bitten and written on. Despite her attractive qualities, she was still a virgin, having never even been seen naked by a man. The thought of her first sexual contact being casual, degrading, even painful... it was more enticing to her than she knew it should be. Turning slowly, Jennifer rolled herself onto her back, staring up at the ceiling and panting softly as she splayed out, adopting the final pose. With her limbs spread, her breasts hung heavy from her chest, massively engorged with milk. It had been two days since she last let herself express, though she had still continued with her regular diet and medication routine. Two days each where she could have milked out nearly a creamy gallon from her tits, and instead had left her nipples taped, holding the sweet liquid in. She hadn't gone so long without milking herself since she had first begun to lactate, now nearly a quarter year ago. The temptation to release had been hard to resist, growing harder with each hour that her breasts' fullness increased, making them them more and more achingly tender to the touch. It had to be let out soon, and would be. Two weeks ago, Jennifer had filmed herself doing yoga in just her pants, much as she was now, but without her nipples taped. Without them sealed, she had leaked in a constant spray throughout her entire half-hour long routine, her arousal visibly increasing as her tight yoga pants soaked at her pussy. Part of her excitement that day had been knowing someone would watch the video, but mostly it was just the feeling of milk leaking out of her, the flow unceasing and uncontrolled. Being on camera like that made her feel as if she were just a pair of breasts, meant to make milk and look sexy, toy tits for someone to enjoy. After appending a small speech prior to the yoga show, in which she'd professionally explained her desires and ideas, she'd submitted the video to a local BDSM club under the title 'Breast Milk Masochism'. Her face had been blurred, the focus entirely on her body... a slow buildup of anticipation, a slow release of milk, both of them constant as she moved and displayed herself in the semisexual poses of yoga. Then, at the end... Lying flat on her back, Jennifer reached the count of forty, and her routine ended. She lay there for a moment longer, remembering what she'd done at the end of the video at this point in her exercise, replaying it in her head. The memory made her arousal flare, and a sudden urge overtook her, irresistible to her after the torturous teasing she'd just big cocks put herself though. Raising a shaky hand up, she bit her lip, closing her eyes as she braced herself. Then, with the lewd sound of flesh smacking flesh, Big Boobs she slapped her right tit as hard as she possibly could, weakly crying out in pain. 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