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"Stop... I don't want this..." He chuckled darkly and popped the top buttons of my blouse open, yanking my bra down so my heavy breasts spilled out. His rough palm fondled one, then the other—kneading, pinching my nipples until I gasped. The other two held me tighter, their hands joining in. One pinched my right nipple hard while the other groped the underside of my left breast. "Fuck, she's sensitive," the big guy growled. "Look how rock hard her nipples are. Bet she's a secret slut."

Are you ready? Tell me, whose history was I telling you about? Ferdinand Magellan, did you say? Oh, I’m impressed. So this exercise is working. Well, I always keep my promises. Here goes my bra? Oh... ahh... it feels so good to let these big, juicy milk jugs fall free. Oh, yes... stare at them... focus on my big beautiful breasts... watch these exposed beauties heave and fall with every breath I take... salivate at each jiggle as I move around. Oh, the cool air... it’s so good... making my nipples hard and stiff. Oh!

Her hands are curious as they brush across my naked chest and then move lower. My lips move down her neck as I kiss my way to her tits. She's grown in the last year, and what were small buds grew into swells tipped with rosy pink nipples. I lick my way over to one then suck on the hard peak. She cries out and I put my hand over her mouth as I pop the nipple out of my mouth. "You can't make any sounds." I shake my head. "There are three men outside who would kill to have a taste of what's mine. They'd probably fight to the death to have a turn."

“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” Seconds drag into minutes, my gaze lingers on the valley between her breasts. Her protruded nipples. I roll a beady bud between my fingers, she closes a hand over mine. “Don’t do that,” she breathes out. I will do whatever I want. Her words fly out of my other ear, I cup her boob and knead her nipple. She lets out a muffled hiss. I apply more force, pinch it. She whimpers. “Brandon, stop. They are very sensitive.”

“What do they look like? Your breasts?” “As you know they’re big,” she said with a smile in her voice. “Uh huh,” he groaned as he coated his throbbing staff. “I’m a D-cup. Thirty-D to be exact. They are lightly tanned because I laid in the tanning bed topless.” “Mmm, tell me more,” he encouraged her. “My nipples are brown and hard at the moment. I’m ready for you to put your sweat meat between them.” “And I do.” “I’m smashing my tits together from the sides - against your cock so you can slide between them.”

"Thank you for believing me," I mumble. My nipples are hard, which is annoying since my body is betraying me. I try to calm down and decide to share my experiences to focus on something else. "Do you want to hear something crazy and really creepy?" Maddox turns to face me. "What?"

My name is Elena Voss, and I had been producing milk for six months when the Milk Factory finally accepted my application. After my second child, my breasts never really dried up. Instead of fighting it, I started pumping and selling the excess online. The money was good, but the private messages from wealthy men offering thousands just to taste me in person were even better. When the discreet black envelope arrived with the Factory’s gold-embossed logo, I knew my life was about to change.

They were right at the perfect spot. "We're you two born with those birthmarks around your nipples?" They glanced down at their breasts then shared a look with one another before looking at me. "We've always had them there. Why?" "What happened to our nipples? Please tell us, Dina." "Yes, please tell us what you see, or have seen that would be a problem for us." As their hands were still pinning their sack tops above their firm breasts, I felt so sorry for the girls, knowing how desperate they were sounding. Their trembling bodies touched my soul and I could just squeeze their pitiful cuteness in my pocket.

I was Victoria Smith, the girlfriend of Jack Anderson, one of the wealthy heirs of the upper society in our city. But very soon, I would not be his girlfriend anymore. That was because I wanted to teach him a lesson. Why did I not break up with him like a decent person before getting together with someone else? Well, he brought this upon himself. He disliked my figure, and he kept pressuring me to get breast reduction surgery. What was even more irritating was that he even had a second account to talk to other women behind my back.

Scams these days, he thought, came in all shapes and forms. “Do you even know how to confirm if she really produces milk?” Nathan asked, narrowing his eyes. “We’ll just ask her to breastfeed your baby directly. That way, we’ll see for sure whether she actually has milk or not,” Mawar suggested. Nathan exhaled sharply. “Fine. We’ll see. But honestly, Mom, she looks way too young to be married or have a child. She looks like a schoolgirl.” “She’s one of Doctor Jhon’s patients. Her baby passed away a month ago,” Mawar explained quietly.