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@uriel-milkers
Your mom just got out of the shower.. she's spent the entire morning letting you suck every last drop from her swollen lactating udders. Can you believe this is YOUR mom?
Mal Malloy Milk
My boobies again!
Can never stop thinking about leaking in public. Milk beading at your nipples, seeping into your bra. Starting to dampen at your top, darkening it. The awkwardness of hoping no one will notice, feeling how wet it is on the inside but… maybe no one will see?
You need to rush to relieve the pressure, a bathroom, anywhere you can find to privately milk yourself. But you can’t bring yourself to stand up, to excuse yourself. For whatever reason you’re trapped and can’t go to solve it.
Like getting a boner in class the thing you want to do least is stand up and draw attention to it; to have everyone look your way as you ask to leave and see the white droplets soaking through your top, beginning to run down your front. They’d all see how overproductive you are, how swollen and full. How much you failed to relieve yourself before you were in this situation.
So you steep in it more, feeling your cream pool in your bra, soak thickly through the fabric and through your shirt. It runs down your belly and tickles with its warm wet texture leaving a trail on your skin as the next drop follows quickly. Every movement you make only makes it worse, squeezes out more. Any shaking of your breasts causing a squirt, a spray.
You pray that that spray doesn’t launch straight through your clothes and arc across the room, announcing your problem to everyone… though wouldn’t it be nice if someone was available to help you?
Maybe a knowing friend notices and guides you to the bathroom, undoes your bra and starts to milk you by hand. Maybe they even use their mouth and suck your tender teats. But they’d be prone to taking advantage of your weakness… fucking your tits, groping you all over.
You fantasize about it as you sit there in public, hoping you can just escape, and it just gets worse and worse… and the milk escapes no matter how hard you will it in. It’s hopeless now. Everyone can see your shirt is soaked. Anyone who looks will realize what’s happening.
That you’re hopelessly, overpoweringly milky. That you’re lactating freely in public without care. That you’re unable to stop it…
holding my legs up so i can be bred as deep as possible <3
I need to be knocked up so bad I need to be raped pregnant I need cum against my unprotected cervix I need to be pregnant I need to be pregnant I need to be pregnant I need to be pregnant I need to be pregnant fuck fuck fuck
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊ 𝒟𝒶𝓎 2 ₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
I spent some time this morning with my hands on my breasts, just slow, focused, intentional movements. Pulling and pinching on my already sore chest. There's a new kind of ache settling in my nipples, deeper than yesterday.
I remembered to take all my supplements and drink all the recommended teas
I’m excited to start pumping tonight
Hard nipples
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊ 𝒟𝒶𝓎 3 ₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
I used the pump for the first time last night and again this morning. It felt strange at first… not too painful, just new. Mechanical, rhythmic. But I found myself leaning into it, relaxing, letting the sensation wash over me, not necessarily erotic but pleasurable. Though, I sometimes imagined I had two subs putting their mouth to good use.
There’s something soothing about it, about giving my body a task, a ritual.
My nipples have stayed sore all day, and I like it that way. The ache keeps me connected to my breasts, keeps me mindful of what I’m nurturing.
Mommy’s keeping herself tender on purpose. That’s how I convince myself it’s working.
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My breasts have been tingling on and off all day. Not sharp, not painful; just a low, steady tingle that makes me feel aware of every little shift in them. I don’t know if it means anything yet, but I can’t stop noticing it.
I’m looking forward to pumping tonight. It’s starting to feel like something I need, not just want.
My nipples are more responsive than they were yesterday. The moment I touch them, they tighten. It’s like my body is trying to keep them ready. I’ve started wearing looser shirts around the house, just enough fabric to brush against them while I move. It keeps me on edge.
It’s too soon to expect results. I know that. But I like that I’m thinking about it constantly.
Let them Milk
Perfect milkers that are always ready for your entertainment🩶
Yes, I'm feeling a comfy kind of sexy today
I want udders so fucking bad 🥺🥺🥺🥺
I crave to have heavy, milk filled breasts so badly. I want them so sensitive that even the touch of a shirt would drive me crazy with arousal. I wish there was someone who would latch onto my nipples every couple of hours, sucking until they’re sore and tender and never stopping, no matter how much I ache. Is that too much to ask??? 🐄🥛🍼⚡️
I want udders so fucking bad 🥺🥺🥺🥺
I crave to have heavy, milk filled breasts so badly. I want them so sensitive that even the touch of a shirt would drive me crazy with arousal. I wish there was someone who would latch onto my nipples every couple of hours, sucking until they’re sore and tender and never stopping, no matter how much I ache. Is that too much to ask??? 🐄🥛🍼⚡️