For her it had come japanese on especially quickly, it seemed. Even after she'd stopped caring for the baby, she'd continued to express milk. Intrigued more than she'd expected to be, she'd squeeze out a few drops of pure whiteness from her puffy nipples each day, and the routine had kept her leaking. More and more started to come out as she started to milk herself while watching lactation porn, offering to do her friend's laundry in the hopes that exposure to the pheromones in the clothes would keep her milky. Together these increased her production enough that she had to start wearing pads in her bra when she went out, though since she mostly worked from home that was a rare need. In private, she'd go around in a t-shirt and bra, waiting until the milk stains showed through, then masturbating furiously while roughly milking herself. It was time for the resting poses, and Jennifer lowered herself into the first of them with a shudder of relief. Her body ached from the asian exercise, but it was nothing compared to how her naked breasts throbbed. Placing herself on hands and knees, arms straight and shins against the floor, she looked down at her own chest. They'd been N-cups before, and she'd never expected them to grow any bigger. Now, they were large O's. In time, her burgeoning new fetish had grown into an obsession. She'd bought a pump first, starting to use it to milk herself every day. Usually, she'd have a vibrating wand pressed against her pussy the entire time her milk was pouring out, watching it spurt from herself with a low moan of arousal coming from her throat. Soon she had become infatuated with the idea of producing as much milk as she could, and acquired some medicine and supplements through sometimes questionable means. Estradiol, domperidone, fenugreek - anything that she thought could increase that warm, delicious flow from her nipples. Adjustments to her diet had let her keep up the constant outlet of nutritious milk, and though her body had still increased slightly in weight, it was all to the benefit of her curves. Combined with the constant milking and her natural breast size, after three months of lactating Jennifer had eventually measured herself at an average output of 115 oz per day. Nearly a gallon of milk. It was so much that she'd started to have trouble disposing of it all, though eventually she'd located a milk bank willing to take donations. For her, it wasn't about the milk itself, it was about the way it made her feel to produce it inside herself, then to let it out movie of her in great milky gushes or constant dripping flows. The sensation was not quite like being a cow... it was more like all she was was just a pair sleeping of breasts, and that they were doing what breasts were meant to do. It was an obscene thing, and she would shudder in orgasm each night imagining someone mocking her tits for their constant leaking, stepping on them so it spurted out harder, and similar mistreatment. Everything about lactating so much played into her other fetishes, and she felt like she never wanted to stop. Pulling her knees beneath her body, Jennifer placed her arms before her as if praying towards the wall. Her breasts hung against the ground, tips brushing against the carpet. The sensation against her nipples was muted by the strips of waterproof black tape covering them, twin 'X'es completely hiding the hard nubs. They sealed all milk from leaking from her, though it had taken a few tries to find the right kind of tape and right amount of coverage to accomplish that. It was her preferred way of preventing herself from expressing, on the rare occasions she didn't want to. Whenever she could, she'd often go around her house constantly dripping, staining a shirt, or simply spraying milk while not even having to touch herself. It had been about month of constant extreme milk japan production since she'd hit her peak, with her body was only getting better at enduring it each day. It was to the point that she could lactate for hours if she simply let herself leak, constant streams of white dripping down her nipples onto a towel pressed against her belly. If she wanted to prevent herself from soaking through her shirt when she went out, her only options were to milk herself empty with pumps beforehand, or to tape up her nipples. 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. “Well if you can borrow some do, I'm asian sure she will sell cheaply.” Emily laughed. Feeling himself close to climaxing, he grabbed her ass with both hands lifting her off japanese the ground. My cock was japan hard and wet watching the three of them. Sarah and Sammy guided me back to the lying position in the center of the bed. I had to movie seduce her. I couldn't believe this other guy was turning mothers into sluts. Rather than take my hand, she slithered sleeping up from under the bed and into the covers. After swallowing, I went right back to sucking on him. _________________________________________________ Despite her words, her Leaf Blade was still dangerously close to the Espeon. I stood up to go to my room and I felt the sperm in my vagina stream down my inner thighs. The rest of my family appeared around me as the light faded. I bet you only did it with the lights off with her.”