Fantastic couple fucking in the kitchen while playing on it IV

Despite her attractive qualities, she teen was still a virgin, having never even been seen naked by a man. The thought of her first sexual contact being casual, degrading, even painful... it was more enticing to her than she knew it should be. Turning slowly, Jennifer rolled herself onto her back, staring up at the ceiling and panting softly as she pov splayed out, adopting the final pose. With her limbs spread, her breasts hung heavy from her chest, massively engorged with milk. It had been two days since she last let herself express, though she had still continued with her regular diet and medication routine. Hardcore Two days each where she could have milked out nearly a creamy gallon from her tits, and instead had left her nipples taped, holding the sweet liquid in. She hadn't gone so long without milking herself since she had first begun to lactate, now nearly spanking a quarter year ago. The temptation to release had been hard to resist, growing harder with each hour that her breasts' fullness increased, making them them more and more achingly tender to the touch. It had to be outdoor let out soon, and would be. Two weeks ago, Jennifer had filmed herself doing yoga in just her pants, much as she was now, but without her nipples taped. Without them sealed, she had leaked in a constant spray throughout her entire half-hour long routine, her arousal visibly increasing as her tight yoga pants soaked at her pussy. Part of her excitement that day had been knowing someone would watch the video, but mostly it was just the feeling of milk leaking out of her, the flow unceasing and uncontrolled. Being on camera like that made her feel as if she were just a pair of breasts, meant to make milk and look sexy, toy tits for someone to enjoy. After appending a small speech prior to the yoga show, in which she'd professionally explained her desires and ideas, she'd submitted the video to a local BDSM club under the title 'Breast Milk Masochism'. Her face had been blurred, the focus entirely on her body... a slow buildup of anticipation, a slow release of milk, both of them constant as she moved and displayed herself in the semisexual poses of yoga. Then, at the end... Lying flat on her back, Jennifer reached the count of forty, and her routine ended. She lay there for a moment longer, remembering what she'd done at the end of the video at this point in her exercise, replaying it in her head. The memory made her arousal flare, and a sudden urge overtook her, irresistible to her after the torturous teasing she'd just put herself though. Raising a shaky hand up, she bit her lip, closing her eyes as she braced herself. Then, with the lewd sound of flesh smacking flesh, she slapped her right tit as hard as she possibly could, weakly crying out in pain. She almost imagined she could feel the milk in her breast slosh as the heavy tit rippled and swayed from the impact, so large that the waves bounced back and forth through the firm flesh. Sharp agony had coursed through her at the hit, making her jerk, but now the pain was only a hot, stinging ache that pulsed in intensity to the beat of her heart. She slapped herself again, sobbing as the pain hit, tears running down her cheeks as her fingertips tapped her hard, taped nipple. The tips of her breasts were unspeakably sensitive, and she pressed her hand over the agonized flesh, filled with a desire to rip the tape off and milk herself until she had nothing left. Barely resisting the urge, she whacked her cupped palm against the underside of the same tit, choking off a fresh round of sobs as the aching flesh was pushed upward, jiggling and making her full milk glands throb. In the video, Jennifer had been much more extensive with her abuse, paddling and punching her own breasts, never even touching her pussy as she subjected her lactating tits to everything short of torture. By the time she was done, they had been bruised and reddened, swollen from pain and stained with tears and milk. The white puddle in front of Jennifer had looked as if someone had spilled a full glass of milk on the floor, a result of her squirting out harder with each impact. In the end, she'd cum just from hurting her breasts, a final wet twist of her puffy pink nipple sending her over the edge. Trying to do the same to herself now was too dangerous, engorged as she was. You moan loudly and then say, "Oh, it's been so long Baby." She struggled against me, unable to breathe, slapping at my thighs and trying to push herself off of me. Walking to the command chair she sighed when she saw her slave was Hardcore unconscious. I called back and was answered almost immediately. She wasn't into women, only hurting and humiliating the teen slaves got her off. “If you can’t comply, Dog, then I will let you go, and you can find a new master.” I whispered onto those red lips as I ran my finger across them, indenting the glistening flesh, “Now, give your master a ‘woof-woof.’” I felt the bed moving around and knew Matt was getting of the bed. “I will allow you to use a blanket and pillow tonight due to the weather will be in the 60s. “Custodians.” Phil firmly stated. She squirmed beneath me, increasing the delight. I say without anything interesting happening but that’s not quite true. "You pov will tell me when to pull the lever," the executioner said. Some years before, spanking Tony had taught himself the Tamil alphabet, He had tried writing out words he heard, but kept getting them wrong, never understanding when to use a single and when to use a double consonant. “Now we’re getting somewhere . . . Now whatever it was sounded like it was making a high-pitched grunting. I look up his tall, dark body. He was pulling on his clothes and I was too tired to care. “Well yes, but I thought that it was you.” I said. It was outdoor so exciting to give this girl what she craved. It was useless. I guess… can you keep a secret?