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I want to look down and see my thin shirt completely ruined, dark wet patches spreading across my heavy, swollen breasts as warm milk leaks uncontrollably from my aching nipples, soaking through the fabric and dripping down my belly.

I crave that sharp, delicious sting of being so impossibly full and engorged, my tits heavy and throbbing, stretched tight around all that hot, creamy milk, begging for relief.

I want to run my fingers over them and feel every thick, pulsing vein bulging beneath the flushed, sensitive skin, proof of how desperately full I am.

I need my nipples to be raw, puffy, and exquisitely sore from hours of constant nursing, tender, dark, and hypersensitive, each brush of fabric sending jolts straight to my core.

And most of all, I want to gaze down at my massive, leaking breasts and watch powerful streams of warm milk suddenly spray and gush from my stiff nipples during sudden, uncontrollable let-downs, arcing through the air as my body gives in to pure, milky pleasure.