Milk production and medication, red face cream 1

The man approached the sleeping girl, prepared for this. He suddenly pulled her tightly into his arms, and then pressed his lips firmly against her pale, terrified lips. At the same time, he stuffed a pill of "Red Milk" into her mouth. As she choked and swallowed the pill, he knew he had successfully seized her life. "
Red Milk" was a carefully concocted aphrodisiac, unlike ordinary aphrodisiacs. Whether a woman was a virgin or a young woman who had already given birth, once she ingested it, she would fall into a state of delirious frenzy and experience a surge of sexual desire. Her breasts would quickly and incessantly secrete milk, and if she consumed too much, she would collapse and die. Even after a woman dies, her breast milk will produce strange and wondrous effects within her corpse. The girl, awakened by
the sudden attack , tried to escape, but it was too late. She desperately tried to push him away, but he only held her tighter and kissed her more deeply. In a frenzy of kisses, the girl almost couldn't breathe. She could only resist and yield, succumbing to his lingering kisses, her body weak and powerless, all her abilities and reason seemingly vanished. Gradually, the girl stopped struggling and no longer wanted to escape. Instead, she felt a different kind of purely instinctive sensation. She only felt the man's lips entwining and sucking her breasts, as if trying to drain the essence from her breasts. She closed her eyes, trying to reject this strange and irritating feeling. But when his tongue invaded her lips and explored further, she almost melted. His tongue moved to another, more sensitive spot. He sucked on the girl's nipple, circling her areola with his tongue. He felt the nipple harden under his sucking, and her breast gradually swell. At first, the girl felt so uncomfortable, but gradually, she felt an incredible pleasure, almost ecstatic. His relentless stimulation of her most sensitive areas drove her into a frenzy. She writhed and cried out, as if she couldn't bear it. Her hands flailing wildly, as if trying to grasp something to escape. At the same time, she felt an emptiness within her, yearning for complete fulfillment. The girl's body convulsed wildly. Soon, she trembled violently as if an electric current were running through her. She could no longer endure his tongue; it was too sensitive. The swelling in her breasts made her go limp. She could even feel her snow-white breasts filled with milk, and he was suckling her warm, fragrant milk. She longed for her delicate breasts to melt in the flames, all her beauty and purity turning into fragrant milk within her swollen breasts, for him to savor. The girl was light and graceful, alluring and delicate. She was so gentle that she didn't want to do anything. The man emerged from under the girl and turned her over, making her lie on her back. The girl's two breasts stood proudly upright, exuding a faint, sweet fragrance unique to virgins, and he was inhaling their aroma deeply. The girl felt his mouth engulf her nipple, hard as a rock, proudly erect. His teeth were gently grinding against her nipple; she was numb, limply submitting to his ministrations. She twisted and turned until she could no longer resist, her hips arching upwards, letting out a long "Ah—". Her whole body trembled violently, and then she went limp. The man's penis slowly advanced, and she let out a dreamlike moan. This was another kind of pleasure; the previous one was merely superficial, but this was a profound, deep pleasure. He had advanced about a third of the way when he could feel resistance. He continued forward steadily without pausing. Suddenly, the girl's brow furrowed, clearly in slight pain. As the pain accumulated, so did the resistance, which then suddenly broke through. This caused his advance to accelerate abruptly, reaching the very end in one go. She cried out again, "Ah—," and then her reaction intensified. He had reached his limit and could go no further, so he retreated, but not completely; he only retreated a portion before continuing forward until he reached the end of the vaginal canal. The girl quickly reached her climax and, unable to withstand the intense assault, felt excruciating pain. She pleaded, "No, no more—I can't take it anymore!" But the man ignored her suffering; he only wanted to enjoy himself one last time. His passionate arrogance made her tremble as if she were about to fall apart. She suddenly choked on the pain, her breath caught in her throat. Chu Xiang 's right hand gripped the girl's right breast tightly, his fingertips teasing her firm, erect nipple. The girl's snow-white breast was smooth and supple, full of elasticity, exuding the unique sweet, milky fragrance of a young girl. His hand moved slightly down, to the left side of the girl's breast, near her heart, and he tightly covered her breast. The girl's delicate skin under his palm was like a piece of soft, warm milk, so delicate it seemed it could break at the slightest touch. He pressed his ear against the girl's left breast, yet he couldn't hear her heartbeat. But her snow-white skin remained warm and soft. The man grew even more excited and frenzied; he pressed his body against hers, their thighs meeting, and her body stiffened instantly from his violent ejaculation. The girl's breasts rose high, her two small, round nipples trembling incessantly. Beads of sweat seeped from the rosy areolas around her breasts, growing denser and denser, condensing into large, pale yellow, glistening droplets. The sweat dripping from her areolas exuded a faint milky fragrance, as if the milk, no longer to be contained in a young girl's swollen and aching breasts, was being squeezed out drop by drop from the dark red nipples. Like a young girl's colostrum. The sweat seeping from her nipples tickled and stimulated her, causing her to breathe rapidly. More beads of sweat, carrying a cloying fragrance, seeped from her nipples, like the colostrum of a young and beautiful mother. In an instant, the girl's body was drenched in fragrant sweat. Her sweat increased, and the fragrance grew stronger. The girl's stiff body seemed soulless; her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, no longer moving. Her beautiful, warm, jade-like breasts rose even higher, her body forming a distinct arch, yet she felt no pain. She knew she was drawing ever closer to death, her body crumbling under the frenzied onslaught of lust. Yet, the girl was unaware that her beauty was blossoming, her painful struggles and furrowed brows incredibly alluring, captivating, and dazzling to the man. Perhaps every girl is this beautiful and alluring before she dies. The girl remained unmoved by his brutality, feeling nothing. She remained stiff and upright, her beautiful hair already soaked with sweat, her once bright eyes now dull and lifeless. Only the cold tears flowing like a spring from her eyes testified that her life was not yet completely over. Her body, though delicate, was now so supple, all the curves and beauty of a woman displayed on her gradually stiffening form. She was no longer a naive girl, but a captivating and alluring young woman, breathtaking and alluring. The faint , milky scent unique to a young woman stimulated him, and he alternately licked her breasts with his tongue. He bit down hard on her stiff nipples, thirstily sucking the astringent fluid seeping from her nipples, as if he wouldn't stop until he tasted the colostrum hidden deep within her body. Her breasts were tender yet full, and this man was relentlessly tearing at and ravaging her body, leaving streaks of blood on her pale pink nipples from his teeth and fingertips.

The girl's snow-white, lustrous breasts finally hardened further, becoming intensely swollen and painful, as if a gentle poke with a finger would pierce the skin, causing the sweet, juicy nectar within her nipples to gush forth like a stream.
His movements intensified; he was driven mad by her body's posture and expression. He bit her thin, sensual lips, which remained half-open, only exhaling, not inhaling.
The man grasped the girl's left breast, sensing that the effects of the Red Beauty Milk on her body were not as strong as he had initially imagined. She was still a virgin, barely entering the world; perhaps just one pill was far from enough.
His tongue slipped into her still-warm cherry-like mouth, licking and savoring her fragrant saliva. He also fed her another pill of the Red Beauty Milk; several pills were needed for it to take effect in the body of a young woman of sixteen.
He himself also took one at the same time. The Red Beauty Milk was a rare and potent aphrodisiac for men, without any fatal side effects. He immediately felt his penis swell, filling the girl's tight vagina.
Under the potency of the Red Beauty Milk, the girl's body gradually became hot. Her slender figure, with skin as white as snow, exuded a stronger virginal fragrance, and beads of sweat constantly seeped from her soft breasts, her body scent intoxicating. The man, unsatisfied, forcefully grabbed her wet, long hair, pulling her head back. His lips rained down on her face, neck, and chest. His penis continued its relentless assault, though she was already unconscious. His vigorous thrusts made
the girl 's body tremble like a falling leaf, her delicate frame becoming even more rigid. Her alabaster breasts pressed tightly against him, her erect nipples rubbing heavily against his chest. In her final moments, the girl clung to him like a falling leaf, and he bit down hard on her nipples. Her once full breasts gradually swelled; the lactation-inducing effects of the rouge concentrated in her breasts, causing her mammary glands to mature rapidly, stimulating the growth of her breasts. The girl's breasts were even fuller and more beautiful, her skin snow-white and delicate, full of elasticity. Her nipples stood erect, the nipples like grapes with sunken pores, emitting a rich milky fragrance. At the same time, her fragrant breasts were also so swollen and painful that the girl's tender breasts were in agony. Her delicate body struggled incessantly, and tears streamed down her face. She felt as if the muscles in her chest were being cut open by many knives, a sudden and intense pain that quickly spread from deep within her breasts to her entire chest and even her whole body. It seemed as if there was fluid flowing inside her breasts, converging towards the very top of her nipples, causing an unbearable tingling and itching, a pain so intense it felt like it was about to burst. The girl subconsciously squeezed her breasts with her weak, limp hands. She immediately realized that the pills she had just swallowed were stimulating her breasts to produce milk, and she was about to give birth. Terrified, the girl groaned incessantly, "No—let me—produce milk—don't eat—please—don't drink my milk—I can't breastfeed you—I can't—my milk—is not for you—my future child—my husband—to drink—" Her words were incoherent, filled with shock and pain, her body convulsing, before she fainted. The unconscious girl collapsed into the man's arms, sweat pouring from her breasts, trickling down her body in thin streams. He completely ignored the girl's earlier words of pain; he only cared about how to have his way with her. After all, she would eventually die by his hand, and he could now do whatever he wanted with her body. Her feelings were superfluous to him. He was ready to enjoy her breast milk. He bit down on her breast, swallowing and sucking, his tongue constantly licking her smooth skin, tasting her fragrant sweat. One hand kneaded her other breast, squeezing and manipulating it between her nipple and breast as if milking. He could feel milk in her breast, but the nipples seemed blocked, preventing the milk from flowing out. The man sucked even harder on the girl's nipple, making it protrude and harden like a rock. He swallowed a lot of sweat, yet he continued to suckle, knowing that if he couldn't extract milk immediately, her breasts would continue producing milk until she died from the pain of swollen, painful breasts. But now was not the time for her death, though that was what he most anticipated. He planned to end her beautiful life himself at the moment of his utmost satisfaction. Suddenly, he tasted something sweet in his mouth; a thin stream of warm liquid flowed from the girl's nipple into his mouth—her slightly astringent colostrum. He looked up, admiring the girl's breast milk. Her colostrum, white with a golden hue, was incredibly fragrant, dripping from her nipples. He gently pinched her breast, causing the milk to flow even more freely, forming a stream that cascaded down her chest. He wiped the milk with his palm, spreading it all over her breasts, making them even more alluring. He then lowered his head and sucked the colostrum from her other breast, spreading it all over her body. The girl, smeared with milk, appeared even more translucent, her face streaked with tears, her body trembling slightly, exuding a blend of sweat and milk fragrance. The girl awoke with a start as the colostrum flowed out. This milk, meant for her future marriage and childbirth, was being fed to the first man who had raped her. Her heart pounded, her breasts heaving, and she gasped, "Cough cough—is this really my milk?—My breasts are overflowing—this can't be—cough cough—my milk—a woman's milk—is it mine—?" Panic gripped her. She gripped the man's hair tightly, unconsciously pressing his head against her breasts. Her pink nipples were pressed between his lips, and warm milk immediately flowed from deep within her breasts into his mouth. The sweat seeping from her nipples mixed with the bodily fluids he sucked out and the faint scent of colostrum, which he eagerly drank into his mouth. He suckled at the girl's nipple, her swollen breasts filling his mouth. He took out a delicate, large-capacity baby bottle he had prepared beforehand, pinched the girl's nipple against the bottle opening, and used his other hand to express milk, carefully squeezing her colostrum into the bottle. The slightly yellowish-white milk slowly filled the entire bottle with his rhythmic squeezing! He shook the bottle filled with the girl's colostrum, still feeling the warmth of the milk. Suddenly, he felt an unusual surge of emotion and couldn't help but lift the bottle and take a sip, as if savoring wine. He carefully licked away the milk residue that had spilled around the bottle opening, then sighed, tightly fitted a realistic-looking nipple to the bottle opening, placed the bottle in a sealed plastic bag, and gently set it aside. The beautiful young woman lay on the bed, panting heavily, her back drenched in sweat, her body exuding a rich, fleshy scent. The man held the young woman's nipple in his mouth, his hands caressing her beautiful face, smearing the milk squeezed from her breasts onto her rosy cheeks, making her already fair complexion appear even more translucent and delicate, utterly charming. A surge of hot fluid erupted from deep within his abdomen, his penis swelling and growing rapidly, nearly half a foot long, pressing against the girl's uterus and thrusting deeper into her body. He longed to penetrate her completely, filling her abdomen, chest, and internal organs, to unite their bodies completely, becoming one. His penis had never been so large before, nothing special, but since consuming the Red Beauty Milk multiple times, it had gradually grown long and thick. Now, with just a little sexual arousal, it would become erect, reaching past his knees. With the man's final and most ferocious thrust, his entire body trembled as if struck by an electric current. The girl, however, seemed to awaken from a deep dream, her beautiful eyes wide open, her alluring breasts raised high, her hands supporting her on the ground, her head thrown back, letting out a hoarse, desperate scream. He knew this was the girl's final, mournful cry before her death. He seized the opportunity to tightly embrace the girl's breasts, burying his head deeply in her soft flesh, while his semen simultaneously shot onto the girl's stiff, jade-like body.

The girl's first milk flowed from her nipples, clear and sweet.
He held her round, rough nipples tightly, savoring the clear, astringent sweat and the sweet milk flowing from her body.
With a mournful moan, the girl's breasts swelled violently, the thick first milk and drops of fragrant sweat flowing even more freely from her nipples, and her own fragrant body ceased its soft panting at that moment.
The girl could no longer bear his violent desire; her body convulsed uncontrollably, sweat pouring down her face.
Her violently heaving breasts suddenly swelled high, like two fragrant tombs of love, burying the girl's long-brewed milk, the sticky milk.
In the throes of sexual desire, a fiery surge boiled within the girl's swollen breasts. Her nipples stood erect on her red, swollen breasts, and large beads of sweat seeped from her fragrant breasts, carrying the sweet scent of her first milk.

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