Breast milk of female college students

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I'm a college student, and for convenience, I rented a room near the school.

Many college students rent rooms these days; some to study, some to live with their girlfriends, and some to solicit prostitutes. It's also common for prostitutes to frequent the vicinity of universities.

That night, it was almost eight o'clock, and I was walking towards the school. To avoid encountering groups of prostitutes, I had to walk through a long alley.

As I walked, I saw someone standing halfway down the alley. Suspecting she was a prostitute, I slowed my pace. As I approached, I realized it was a young, beautiful girl.

I looked her over carefully, and it turned out I had seen her studying through the glass of a study room at the university next door a month ago. It seemed she was a college student selling herself. Her goddess-like figure had left a deep impression on me then, which was why I remembered her. Now I finally have the chance to admire her alluring figure closely.

She is about 1.68 meters tall, in her early twenties, and has a remarkably beautiful face, almost angelic, especially her large, bright eyes, which are particularly captivating, resembling the top TV actress Hao Lei. Besides her beautiful face, what's especially appealing is her figure; she'd definitely be the center of attention for men on the street.

The girl's legs are long and slender, and unlike other women whose thighs tend to widen towards the hips, this girl's thighs are not particularly thick near the buttocks, which accentuates the beauty of her legs.

She wore a tight-fitting white blouse with small green checks, her breasts bursting out of the fabric; she wore an apricot-yellow short skirt, revealing her two snow-white thighs below the knees.

Her buttocks weren't very large, slightly thicker in the front and back, and narrower on the sides, giving a round and plump appearance—the voluptuous type. Her waist was slender, further emphasizing the shape of her hips. Especially striking were her unusually large breasts that didn't sag; as she walked, they swayed with the tight blouse, making one's mouth water, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Girl, are you…?" "I'm testing her.

Eighty yuan for as much touching as you want, for an hour, but no 'that,' okay?" the pretty girl said, blushing.

I thought to myself: "Such a beautiful girl with such full breasts, I can touch her as I please, where can I find eighty yuan like that?!"

"Okay, come with me."

Looking at her pretty face and swollen breasts, my little brother was already getting hard. And after touching her for an hour, how could I not want to? I didn't want to, but she was already making me want to, clearly a first-timer selling herself. So I agreed without hesitation.

I led her to my rented room. As soon as the door closed, the pretty girl said, "It's a deal, only touching, okay? After you're done, I need to go back to my dorm..." She hesitated. "

You're a college student, right? Is this your first time? Why are you doing this?" She kept her head down and didn't answer. I continued, "Of course, of course I won't go back on my word. Come on." So she started taking off her clothes. When the second button of her collar was undone, it revealed a glimpse of her cleavage, along with her fair and alluring flesh, highlighting the height of her breasts. Her breasts were very large, stretching the shirt taut and clinging tightly to her flesh, almost transparent, revealing their spherical outlines.

The nipples protruded prominently, as if about to burst through the shirt, two round, dark brown rings visible through it, piercing my eyes. The tight shirt struggled to support her breasts. The shirt covered her two large breasts, slightly lifting them, yet they exuded a domineering presence, swaying wildly with the pretty girl's movements. They seemed almost sentient, resentful of the shirt's constraints, struggling together to break free and reach for freedom, to display their long-hidden beauty and sensuality, to unleash their long-suppressed tenderness and maternal love.

I walked over, put one arm around the pretty girl's slender waist, and cupped one of her breasts in my other hand. The pretty girl didn't refuse; instead, with a proud smile, she presented her chest... Her breasts were held high, and she didn't seem to mind me touching them. This pretty girl's breasts were really big; I couldn't even hold half of them with one hand. I lifted them up a little more; they were very firm and heavy, truly the real deal.

I lifted them a bit higher and then suddenly let go; her plump breasts slumped down, trembling a few times with great elasticity. I grasped the pretty girl's breasts, kneading and playing with them, my palms gently caressing her nipples, my fingers gliding over her nipples and areolas, feeling their softness and elasticity. Her nipples, stimulated in this way, became noticeably erect; even through the distance, I could feel them. It felt like a hard rubber ball, tickling my palm.

Her entire breast writhed happily under my hand.

The pretty girl moaned softly, her nipples even showing a little moisture.

I pinched one of her erect nipples gently, and milk soaked a large patch of her shirt. "

No wonder your breasts are so big, you're breastfeeding!" I said, "Can I taste your milk?" "No," the pretty girl said seriously, "You can touch, but you can't suckle." "I want to, let me suckle, please," I pleaded. "

No, I just finished producing enough milk to feed my son today. If I feed you, my son will go hungry." "You're only twenty, how come you already have a child?" "And you're still studying," I asked. "

Hurry up and touch me, I need to go back to my dorm to breastfeed my son after I'm done," she replied helplessly.

I pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and said, "Add another hundred for nutrition fees, to buy milk powder for your son, okay?" The pretty girl remained silent... "Miss, tonight you'll be my mom, Mommy, I'm hungry, I want to nurse!" I stared intently at her large, milk-drenched breasts, drooling as I pleaded.

The pretty girl chuckled and said, "Alright, you're so cute. Time is no limit, let me feed you until you're full tonight." She took the money, half-closed her eyes, and let me play with her breasts. I eagerly unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, and her two large, white breasts rolled out from her bosom, exposed without reservation. It was right in front of me.

These were the breasts of a lactating girl, completely different from the small, delicate breasts of a typical young girl. They were swollen and full, heavy with warm, sweet milk, hanging heavily, about the size of a cantaloupe, plump and swaying on her chest, emitting a warm body temperature and a slightly fishy, milky scent. I could almost hear the sound of the two breasts colliding and the sloshing of the milk inside.

The dark brown areola almost covered the entire breast, rising high to form a hemisphere, studded with the small fleshy bumps characteristic of young lactating women, and covered with a layer of fine, soft hair. In the center of the areola, a large nipple stood defiantly erect, about an inch long and half an inch thick. Her breasts were jet black and glossy, robust and well-developed, covered with crisscrossing lines of flesh, damp and sticky. Like large, ripe dates soaked in syrup, they exuded an alluring, mature charm. Combined with the girl's smooth, iron-like skin, the large breasts of this beautiful girl had a uniquely warm and bouncy feel.

I cupped the beautiful girl's left breast, gently caressing and kneading it. A drop of white milk clung to the tip of the nipple, swaying precariously. I opened my mouth, took the nipple in my mouth, and gently sucked. Suddenly, a large gush of milk spurted out, spraying directly into my mouth. I couldn't hold it in; some milk dripped from the corner of my mouth, and the nipple almost slipped from my lips. I slid down.

The pretty girl asked me to rest my head on her lap so she could breastfeed me, and I immediately complied.

She supported my head with her left arm and her left breast with her right, positioning the nipple against my mouth and stuffing the nipple and the entire areola into my mouth. This girl's nipple was already large, about an inch long, and with the areola, it almost completely filled my mouth.

Before I could even suckle, I felt the nipple in my mouth begin to swell and harden. The pretty girl seemed to be becoming sensitive, her chest involuntarily thrusting forward, as if trying to shove her entire breast into my mouth.

I cooperated by pressing my face against her breast, pressing tightly against it, feeling its warmth.

I wrapped my arms around the beautiful girl's slender waist, inhaling the scent of her youthful body mingled with the pungent aroma of breast milk. My tongue traced the soft yet firm texture of her nipples and areolas, savoring the delicate feel. I licked the rough lines of her nipples and the fine hairs and bumps on her areolas.

Sweet milk flowed continuously from her nipples, and I began to suckle greedily.

Her nipples and areolas reflexively contracted, and a gush of sweet milk spurted from them, filling my mouth—hot, sticky, and slightly fishy, with a milky aroma that filled my nostrils.

I could hardly believe it; a beautiful, voluptuous female college student was breastfeeding me—something I had dreamed of for so long.

I increased the pressure, deliberately making a "sizzling...sizzling...sizzling...sizzling..." sound. The pretty girl didn't utter a sound, letting me suckle her breasts.

After a while, she tightly hugged my head with both hands, as if afraid I would run away, or perhaps afraid I would stop suckling. This pretty girl was full of energy, and her milk was sticky and plentiful. With each forceful suck, she would unconsciously tense her body, her breasts gushing milk out like a high-pressure water gun—a pleasure that only breastfeeding girls could experience.

I suckled for a while, the force of the milk ejection weakened, and her breasts gradually softened. Finally, the milk was completely sucked out, with only a small stream of thin, clear liquid flowing from her nipples. I spat out her left nipple, which was wet with a mixture of saliva and milk.

I freed my hands, cupped her left breast, and squeezed it, then gently bit her nipple with my teeth, trying to extract the last drop of milk. The pretty girl's face was flushed, and she hummed softly.

Suddenly, I bit her nipple. "Ah!" the pretty girl cried out, her body trembling. Her right breast bounced happily, dripping milk, plump and swaying back and forth like a shaking, fleshy lead ball, gleaming white under the light. My stomach churned, and I let out a sweet, milky burp.

The pretty girl turned to her side, offering her right breast as well.

I lifted her right breast; it was swollen and heavy. I lifted it high, then suddenly pulled it down, and the breast trembled and bounced a few times.

I held my right breast, gently fiddling with my fingers on the nipple a few times. "Ah...ah...ah..." the pretty girl gasped, swallowing hard, her head tilting back, her body convulsing a few times. Her right breast jerked, revealing faint blue veins, the nipple erect and as large as a ping-pong ball, a stream of milk shooting from its tip. I stuck out my tongue to catch it, the milky scent intoxicating.

Suddenly, the pretty girl reached out and embraced my head, thrusting her chest forward and pressing her breasts against my face, the soft flesh completely blocking my mouth and nose. The nipple almost reached my throat, the areola swollen and pressing against my upper jaw, filling my mouth completely.

I could barely breathe. With a movement of my mouth, a large gush of fishy, sticky milk poured down my throat, and I had to desperately swallow it. The milk gushed out even more vigorously.
The pretty girl trembled with excitement, moaning incoherently, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I kept sucking, my head bowed. As the milk gradually decreased, the pretty girl's moans also subsided. The nipple in my mouth gradually softened and shrank.

After sucking out the milk, I released the nipple. It had lost its former grandeur when filled with milk; the areola was only slightly raised, and the fleshy bumps on it had receded a little. The more I looked at them, the cuter they seemed. So I cupped their breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently to make the areolas protrude and the nipples stand out prominently. A few strands of residual milk spilled from the nipples, wetting my hands and releasing a faint milky scent.

I gently bit one nipple, lightly nibbling it with my teeth, my tongue scraping across the areola, savoring the sweet residual milk, enjoying the soft hairs and prickly little bumps. My tongue teased the nipple; each time it pressed it down, the nipple would spring back up, sometimes even pressing it into my breast, only for it to spring back up with a "whoosh" when I released it.

I pressed my lips together tightly and pulled the nipple upwards, as if stretching rubber, pulling the areola up more than two inches. As soon as I opened my mouth, the nipple retracted. Stimulated by my touch, the nipple became engorged and erect again.

I spread my fingers and pressed them against the breast; the nipple pressed hard against my palm, strangely itchy. A wonderful sensation traveled from my palm to my entire body, penetrating straight to my heart.

Holding those full breasts in my hands, they were soft and warm, as if juice would flow from between my fingers.

I caressed them with both hands, sometimes gently stroking, sometimes kneading them firmly. The girl's breasts were incredibly elastic; touching them felt like floating on air, irresistible.

The beautiful girl trembled slightly with my stimulation, letting out soft, panting breaths. Her two plump breasts rose and fell with her breath, writhing like two suction cups, firmly gripping my hands, making it impossible for her to let go… What happened next was inevitable; I had sex with the beautiful girl.

She didn't resist; on the contrary, she was very proactive. We both reached orgasm after 20 minutes, and my thick, iron-like penis ejaculated a large gush of thick semen into the beautiful girl's vagina.

After our respective orgasms subsided, during our conversation, I learned that this beautiful girl was 22 years old and a sophomore at XX University. When she first entered university, she was drugged and raped by her stepfather, resulting in pregnancy. She gave birth to a son this September. During her 10 months of pregnancy, she studied on her own, and after completing her postpartum confinement in October, she returned to school.

Because she was raped by her stepfather and had a falling out with her parents, she could only rely on her maternal grandparents' pension to cover her tuition and living expenses. She couldn't afford it because the school registration fee was 5000 yuan. She started selling her body to earn money before her baby was even a month old and still breastfeeding, and I was the first one she met. Speaking of having sex with a man, this was only her second time with me.

The intense battle lasted for minutes, leaving me parched and exhausted. I nestled in the soft, warm embrace of the beautiful girl. She looked at me affectionately, stroking my face and combing my hair.

"Good little brother, your breasts are swollen, are you thirsty? Let me breastfeed you and quench your thirst," the beautiful girl said, wrapping her left arm around my head and cupping one of her breasts in her right hand, her index finger supporting the alluring nipple, like a nursing mother.

She gently placed the nipple to my lips, then rubbed her breast against my face, sliding the nipple between my lips, as if trying to pry them open... I felt the beautiful girl's juicy breasts, the smooth skin against my face, and I was completely mesmerized. In a state of blissful intoxication, I instinctively took the engorged nipple dancing against my lips.

I inhaled the sweet scent of the beautiful girl's milk, sucking on her soft, supple nipple. Soon, a torrent of milk gushed forth, flooding my parched mouth, and I swallowed the delicious nectar greedily. The sweet, rich milk, carrying the warmth of the beautiful girl's body, and the tenderness of her maternal love, gradually filled my emptiness. In that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world! I truly wanted to stay in the beautiful girl's arms forever, like her child. He suckled at her breast, then fell into a deep sleep, filled with the greatest satisfaction in the world, never to wake again… From then on, because she was too busy with her studies to care for her infant, she gave her son to a distant relative who couldn't have children. She moved out of school and lived with me, studying and living together, and I paid for her tuition.

The beautiful girl gave her body and milk exclusively to me. She injected and took large amounts of lactation-inducing drugs daily to ensure her milk was plentiful and thick. The beautiful girl ate high-calorie foods every day (like KFC and McDonald's) to stimulate lactation… Under the influence of emulsifiers and lactation-inducing drugs, all the calories were converted into thick, creamy milk for me to suckle. This way, she wouldn't gain weight no matter how much she ate, helping the beautiful girl maintain her figure and also acting as a contraceptive. Therefore, her breasts would swell several times a day, especially after intercourse and after meals; she only felt comfortable when I suckled her breasts dry. I basically skipped dinner and breakfast every day, just suckling the beautiful girl's milk, which gave me both culinary and sexual pleasure.

I'm a university student, and for convenience, I rented a room near the school.

Many college students rent apartments off-campus these days, some for studying, some to live with their girlfriends, and some for prostitution. It's also common for prostitutes to frequent the vicinity of universities.

That night, it was almost eight o'clock, and I was walking towards the university. To avoid encountering groups of prostitutes, I had to walk through a long alley.

As I walked, I saw someone standing halfway down the alley. Suspecting she was a prostitute, I slowed my pace. As I approached, I realized it was a young, beautiful girl.

I looked her over carefully; I remembered seeing her studying through the glass of a study room a month ago when I was at the university next door. It seemed she was a college student selling herself. Her goddess-like figure had left a deep impression on me then, which was why I remembered her. Now I finally have the chance to admire her alluring figure closely.

She is about 1.68 meters tall, in her early twenties, and has a remarkably beautiful face, almost angelic, especially her large, bright eyes, which are particularly captivating, resembling the top TV actress Hao Lei. Besides her beautiful face, what's especially appealing is her figure; she'd definitely be the center of attention for men on the street.

The girl's legs are long and slender, and unlike other women whose thighs tend to widen towards the hips, this girl's thighs are not particularly thick near the buttocks, which accentuates the beauty of her legs.

She wore a tight-fitting white blouse with small green checks, her breasts bursting out of the fabric; she wore an apricot-yellow short skirt, revealing her two snow-white thighs below the knees.

Her buttocks weren't very large, slightly thicker in the front and back, and narrower on the sides, giving a round and plump appearance—the voluptuous type. Her waist was slender, further emphasizing the shape of her hips. Especially striking were her unusually large breasts that didn't sag; as she walked, they swayed with the tight blouse, making one's mouth water, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Girl, are you…?" "I'm testing her.

Eighty yuan for as much touching as you want, for an hour, but no 'that,' okay?" the pretty girl said, blushing.

I thought to myself: "Such a beautiful girl with such full breasts, I can touch her as I please, where can I find eighty yuan like that?!"

"Okay, come with me."

Looking at her pretty face and swollen breasts, my little brother was already getting hard. And after touching her for an hour, how could I not want to? I didn't want to, but she was already making me want to, clearly a first-timer selling herself. So I agreed without hesitation.

I led her to my rented room. As soon as the door closed, the pretty girl said, "It's a deal, only touching, okay? After you're done, I need to go back to my dorm..." She hesitated. "

You're a college student, right? Is this your first time? Why are you doing this?" She kept her head down and didn't answer. I continued, "Of course, of course I won't go back on my word. Come on." So she started taking off her clothes. When the second button of her collar was undone, it revealed a glimpse of her cleavage, along with her fair and alluring flesh, highlighting the height of her breasts. Her breasts were very large, stretching the shirt taut and clinging tightly to her flesh, almost transparent, revealing their spherical outlines.

The nipples protruded prominently, as if about to burst through the shirt, two round, dark brown rings visible through it, piercing my eyes. The tight shirt struggled to support her breasts. The shirt covered her two large breasts, slightly lifting them, yet they exuded a domineering presence, swaying wildly with the pretty girl's movements. They seemed almost sentient, resentful of the shirt's constraints, struggling together to break free and reach for freedom, to display their long-hidden beauty and sensuality, to unleash their long-suppressed tenderness and maternal love.

I walked over, put one arm around the pretty girl's slender waist, and cupped one of her breasts in my other hand. The pretty girl didn't refuse; instead, with a proud smile, she presented her chest... Her breasts were held high, and she didn't seem to mind me touching them. This pretty girl's breasts were really big; I couldn't even hold half of them with one hand. I lifted them up a little more; they were very firm and heavy, truly the real deal.

I lifted them a bit higher and then suddenly let go; her plump breasts slumped down, trembling a few times with great elasticity. I grasped the pretty girl's breasts, kneading and playing with them, my palms gently caressing her nipples, my fingers gliding over her nipples and areolas, feeling their softness and elasticity. Her nipples, stimulated in this way, became noticeably erect; even through the distance, I could feel them. It felt like a hard rubber ball, tickling my palm.

Her entire breast writhed happily under my hand.

The pretty girl moaned softly, her nipples even showing a little moisture.

I pinched one of her erect nipples gently, and milk soaked a large patch of her shirt. "

No wonder your breasts are so big, you're breastfeeding!" I said, "Can I taste your milk?" "No," the pretty girl said seriously, "You can touch, but you can't suckle." "I want to, let me suckle, please," I pleaded. "

No, I just finished producing enough milk to feed my son today. If I feed you, my son will go hungry." "You're only twenty, how come you already have a child?" "And you're still studying," I asked. "

Hurry up and touch me, I need to go back to my dorm to breastfeed my son after I'm done," she replied helplessly.

I pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and said, "Add another hundred for nutrition fees, to buy milk powder for your son, okay?" The pretty girl remained silent... "Miss, tonight you'll be my mom, Mommy, I'm hungry, I want to nurse!" I stared intently at her large, milk-drenched breasts, drooling as I pleaded.

The pretty girl chuckled and said, "Alright, you're so cute. There's no time limit. Let me feed you until you're full tonight." She took the money, half-closing her eyes, letting me play with her breasts. I eagerly unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, and two large, white breasts rolled out from her bosom, exposed to me without reservation.

These were the breasts of a breastfeeding girl, unlike the small breasts of a typical young girl. Linglong's breasts were completely different. They were full and swollen with warm, sweet milk, hanging heavily, about the size of cantaloupes, swaying plumply against her chest, emitting a warm body temperature and a slightly milky scent. I could almost hear the sound of the two breasts colliding and the sloshing of the milk inside.

The dark brown areolas almost completely covered the nipples. It rises high, forming a hemispherical shape, studded with the small fleshy bumps characteristic of young women, and covered with a layer of fine, soft hair. In the center of the areola, a large nipple stands defiantly erect, a full inch long and half an inch thick, jet black and glossy, robust and well-developed, covered with crisscrossing fleshy lines, moist and sticky. It resembles a large, ripe, and soaked date, glistening with syrup. Exuding an alluring mature charm, coupled with the smooth, snow-white skin of a young girl, and the uniquely warm and bouncy feel of her large breasts

, I cupped her left breast, gently caressing it. A drop of white milk clung to the tip of her nipple, swaying precariously. I opened my mouth, took the nipple in, and gently sucked. Suddenly, a gush of milk spurted out, spraying into my mouth. I couldn't hold it in; some milk spilled from the corner of my mouth, and the nipple almost slipped from my lips.

The beautiful girl asked me to rest my head on her lap so she could breastfeed me, and I immediately complied.

She supported my head with her left arm and her left breast with her right, aligning the nipple with my mouth, and then inserted the nipple and the entire areola into my mouth. My mouth was filled with her nipples. These girl's nipples were already large, about an inch long, and with the areola, they almost completely filled my mouth.

Before I could even suckle, I felt the nipple in my mouth begin to swell and harden. The pretty girl seemed to be becoming sensitive; her chest involuntarily thrust forward, as if trying to shove her entire breast into my mouth.

I cooperated by pressing my face towards her nipple... The roof pressed against my breasts, feeling so warm.

I wrapped my arms around the beautiful girl's slender waist, breathing in the scent of her youthful body mixed with the pungent aroma of breast milk. My tongue licked and scraped her nipples and areolas, savoring the soft yet firm sensation. I licked the rough texture of her nipples and scraped the small bumps and fine hairs on her areolas.

Sweet milk flowed continuously from my nipple, and I began to suckle voraciously.

My nipple and areola reflexively contracted, and a large gush of sweet milk spurted from my nipple, filling my mouth—hot, sticky, and slightly fishy, with a milky aroma that filled my nostrils.

I could hardly believe it; a beautiful, voluptuous female college student was breastfeeding me—something I had dreamed of for so long.

I increased the pressure, deliberately making "sucking...sucking...sucking...sucking..." sounds. The beautiful girl remained silent, her breasts thrust out as I suckled.

After a while, she tightly embraced my head with both hands, as if afraid I would run away, or perhaps afraid I would stop suckling. This beautiful girl was full of vitality; her milk was sticky and plentiful. With each forceful suck, she unconsciously tensed her body, her breasts gushing milk like high-pressure water jets—a pleasure only a breastfeeding girl could experience.

I suckled for a while, the force of the milk ejection weakening, and her breasts gradually softening. Finally, all the milk was sucked out, leaving only a small trickle of clear liquid from her nipple. I released her left nipple, wet with a mixture of saliva and milk.

I freed my hands, cupped her left breast, and squeezed it, then gently bit her nipple with my teeth, trying to extract every last drop of milk. The beautiful girl, her face flushed, hummed softly.

I suddenly bit her nipple. "Ah!" the pretty girl cried out, her body trembling. Her right breast bounced happily, dripping milk, swaying plumply like a shaking, fleshy lead ball, gleaming white under the light. My stomach churned, and I let out a sweet, milky burp. The

pretty girl turned to her side, offering her right breast as well.

I lifted her right breast; it was swollen and heavy. I lifted it high, then suddenly pulled it down, causing it to tremble and bounce a few times.

I held her right breast, gently fiddling with the nipple with my fingers. "Ah...ah...ah..." the pretty girl gasped, swallowing hard, her head tilting back, her body convulsing a few times. My right breast jerked, revealing faint blue veins. My nipple hardened, as large as a ping-pong ball, and a stream of milk spurted from its tip. I stuck out my tongue to catch it, and the sweet scent of milk filled my senses.

Suddenly, the pretty girl reached out and pulled my head close, pressing her breasts against my face, her soft flesh completely blocking my mouth and nose. Her nipples almost reached my throat, and her areolas swelled up, pressing against my upper jaw, filling my mouth completely.

I could barely breathe. With a slight movement of my mouth, a large gush of sticky, fishy-smelling milk poured down my throat, and I had to desperately swallow it. The milk sprayed out even more vigorously.
The pretty girl trembled with excitement, moaning incoherently, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I kept sucking, my head bowed. As the milk gradually decreased, the girl's moans subsided. The nipple in my mouth softened and shrank.

After sucking out the milk, I released the nipple. It had lost its former grandeur; the areola was only slightly raised, and the fleshy bumps on it had receded somewhat. The more I looked at them, the cuter they seemed. So I cupped their breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently to make the areolas protrude and the nipples stand out prominently. A few strands of residual milk spilled from the nipples, wetting my hands and releasing a faint milky scent.

I gently bit one nipple, lightly nibbling it with my teeth, my tongue scraping across the areola, savoring the sweet residual milk, enjoying the soft hairs and prickly little bumps. My tongue teased the nipple; each time it pressed it down, the nipple would spring back up, sometimes even pressing it into my breast, only for it to spring back up with a "whoosh" when I released it.

I pressed my lips together tightly and pulled the nipple upwards, as if stretching rubber, pulling the areola up more than two inches. As soon as I opened my mouth, the nipple retracted. Stimulated by my touch, the nipple became engorged and erect again.

I spread my fingers and pressed them against the breast; the nipple pressed hard against my palm, strangely itchy. A wonderful sensation traveled from my palm to my entire body, penetrating straight to my heart.

Holding those full breasts in my hands, they were soft and warm, as if juice would flow from between my fingers.

I caressed them with both hands, sometimes gently stroking, sometimes kneading them firmly. The girl's breasts were incredibly elastic; touching them felt like floating on air, irresistible.

The beautiful girl trembled slightly with my stimulation, letting out soft, panting breaths. Her two plump breasts rose and fell with her breath, writhing like two suction cups, firmly gripping my hands, making it impossible for her to let go… What happened next was inevitable; I had sex with the beautiful girl.

She didn't resist; on the contrary, she was very proactive. We both reached orgasm after 20 minutes, and my thick, iron-like penis ejaculated a large gush of thick semen into the beautiful girl's vagina.

After our respective orgasms subsided, during our conversation, I learned that this beautiful girl was 22 years old and a sophomore at XX University. When she first entered university, she was drugged and raped by her stepfather, resulting in pregnancy. She gave birth to a son this September. During her 10 months of pregnancy, she studied on her own, and after completing her postpartum confinement in October, she returned to school.

Because she was raped by her stepfather and had a falling out with her parents, she could only rely on her maternal grandparents' pension to cover her tuition and living expenses. She couldn't afford it because the school registration fee was 5000 yuan. She started selling her body to earn money before her baby was even a month old and still breastfeeding, and I was the first one she met. Speaking of having sex with a man, this was only her second time with me.

The intense battle lasted for minutes, leaving me parched and exhausted. I nestled in the soft, warm embrace of the beautiful girl. She looked at me affectionately, stroking my face and combing my hair.

"Good little brother, your breasts are swollen, are you thirsty? Let me breastfeed you and quench your thirst," the beautiful girl said, wrapping her left arm around my head and cupping one of her breasts in her right hand, her index finger supporting the alluring nipple, like a nursing mother.

She gently placed the nipple to my lips, then rubbed her breast against my face, sliding the nipple between my lips, as if trying to pry them open... I felt the beautiful girl's juicy breasts, the smooth skin against my face. I was completely entranced, and reflexively took the engorged nipple that was dancing against my lips into my mouth.

I smelled the sweet scent of the beautiful girl's milk, sucking on her soft nipple. Soon, a gush of milk began to flood my parched mouth, and I swallowed the delicious juice in large gulps. The sweet, rich milk, carrying the warmth of the beautiful girl's body, carrying the tenderness of a young girl and her maternal love, gradually filled my emptiness. At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world! I really wanted to lean against the beautiful girl forever and ever. The girl nestled in her arms, suckling at her breast like her own child, then fell into a deep sleep, filled with the greatest satisfaction in the world, never to wake again… From then on, unable to care for her infant due to her studies, she entrusted her son to a distant relative who was unable to have children. She moved out of school and lived with me, studying and living together, and I paid for her tuition.

The beautiful girl gave her body and milk exclusively to me. She injected and took large amounts of lactation-inducing agents and medications daily to ensure an abundant and thick milk supply. The beautiful girl ate high-calorie foods every day… The calories from food (like KFC and McDonald's) would be converted into thick, rich breast milk for me to suckle under the influence of galactagogues and lactation-inducing drugs. This way, she wouldn't gain weight no matter how much she ate, helping the beautiful girl maintain her figure and also acting as a contraceptive. Therefore, her breasts would swell several times a day, especially after intercourse and after meals, and she only felt comfortable when I suckled her breasts dry. I basically skipped dinner and breakfast every day, just suckling the beautiful girl's milk, which gave me both "delicious" and "sexual" pleasure.

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