"Sooooo.... You gonna milk me, or what? Come on, after staring at my udders all afternoon, you pick now to act shy? It's okay! I wouldn't wear this top with these boobs if I didn't want you to look. Plus, you had to have noticed that I'm not wearing a bra, either; these big fucking things have been bouncing and swinging and squishing and jiggling all over the place! I'm sure there's something else you noticed, right? Something swell? Something expansive? No? You're gonna... Okay. Think back to how I looked when I first got here, when snuck that first look at my boobs. Now compare that to how I look now, stretching and spilling out of this top. Notice anything different? ...There we go! This whole date, I've been filling up with milk, my boobs getting bigger and fuller and sloshier by the second. Honestly, it's kind of a miracle that I haven't started leaking though this top. I feel so full! I did it on purpose, you know. I figured, if the date went well, and I thought you were cool, you could help me. Help drain the milk from these big, juicy tits. If not, I'd go home and just milk myself. But you passed my little test and, hun, I need you. Don't be shy now. I know you've been wanting to do this since you first saw me. So go ahead. Grab my udders. Squeeze them. Suck on them. Tug on my nipples. Whatever you want, just don't stop until you've squeezed out every last drop. I might make some unusual noises but that's, mmf, j-just encouragement to keep g-going. Fuck, I'm really starting to f-feel it. It's now or never. Milk me like the fucking cow I am!"
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