It's all the breasts' fault.

She was aroused by my touch ,
clearly a first-timer, so I readily agreed.
I'm a university student, and for convenience, I rented a room near the university.
Many university students rent rooms these days; some for studying, some to live with their girlfriends, and some for prostitution. And prostitutes are a common sight in high-rise buildings.
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, deserted alley. I carefully observed her
.
A month ago, when I was visiting a nearby university, I saw her studying through the glass of a self-study room. She seemed to be a
university student selling herself. At that time, her goddess-like figure left a deep impression on me, so I still remembered her. Now I finally had the chance to carefully admire her alluring
figure. She was about 1.68 meters tall, around twenty years old, with a very beautiful face, truly a beauty, especially her large, bright eyes, which were particularly
striking.
The girl's legs were long and slender, and unlike others whose thighs tended to thicken towards the top, this girl's thighs
weren't , which accentuated their beauty.
She wore a tight-fitting white blouse with small green checks, her breasts bursting out of the fabric; she wore an apricot-yellow
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, plump appearance—the voluptuous type
. Her waist was... well, let's just say it wasn't large. 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 hooked up with. Speaking of having sex with men, this was only her second time with me.
Her slender figure further emphasized the plumpness of her buttocks. Especially striking were her exceptionally large breasts that didn't sag; as she walked, they swayed with the tight fabric, causing
them to become engorged and erect.
People who saw them would drool, and she was definitely not wearing a bra.
"Eighty yuan for an hour of touching, but no 'that' allowed, okay?" the pretty girl said, blushing.
I freed my hands, cupped her left breast, and squeezed it, then gently licked her back, trying to squeeze out the last drop of milk. The pretty girl's face was flushed, and she gently...
I thought to myself: Where can I find such a pretty girl with such full breasts for eighty yuan?
"Okay, come with me,"
I said, leading her to my rented room. As soon as the door closed, the pretty girl said, "It's a deal, only touching, I need to go back to my bedroom after you're done..." She seemed about to say something...
Looking at her pretty face and full breasts, my penis couldn't help but grow, and after an hour of touching, how could I not do it? I didn't want to do it, but she
sucked all the milk out. I spat out the nipple; it had lost its former grandeur when filled with milk, the areola was only slightly raised, and the nipple was just slightly...
As I walked, I saw a person standing halfway down the alley. I suspected it was a prostitute, so I slowed my pace and quickly approached. I then realized it was a young, beautiful woman
.
"Are you a college student? Is this your first time? Why are you doing this?" She lowered her head and didn't answer. I continued, "Of course, of course I won't
go back on my word . Come on."
So she began to undress. When the second button of her shirt was undone, a glimpse of cleavage was revealed, along with her fair and alluring flesh, highlighting
the height of her breasts. Her breasts were quite large, stretching the shirt taut and clinging tightly to her flesh, almost revealing their spherical outlines.
The nipples protruded prominently, as if about to burst through the shirt, casting two round, dark brown rings through it, piercing my eyes. The tight-fitting
shirt struggled to contain her large breasts, lifting them slightly, but the breasts still exuded a powerful presence, swaying wildly with the pretty girl's movements. They
seemed to possess a mind of their own, resentful of the shirt's constraints, struggling together to break free, to rush into a free space, to display their long-hidden
beauty and sensuality to the world, to unleash their long-suppressed tenderness and maternal love.
I Before leaving, I 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 resist; instead, she seemed proud . I
lifted her breast a little higher; it was very firm and heavy, truly the real deal.
I lifted her breast a little higher and then suddenly let go. Her plump breast slumped down, trembling elastically. I grasped the pretty girl's breast, kneading and
playing with it. My hands gently caressed her nipples, my fingers gliding over her nipples and areolas, finding them soft and elastic. The nipples, stimulated so much, became noticeably erect.
Even through the fabric, they felt like hard rubber balls, making my heart itch.
The entire breast writhed happily under my touch.
The pretty girl moaned softly, and her nipples became slightly damp.
I pinched one of her erect nipples, and the 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 earnestly, "
You can touch, but you can't suckle." "I want to, let me suckle, please!" I pleaded.
"No, I just finished feeding my son a full bottle of milk today. If I feed you, he'll go hungry." "You're only twenty, how come you have
a child ? And you're still a student?" I asked.
"Hurry up and touch, I need to go back to my dorm to breastfeed my son after I'm done," she replied helplessly.
I took out a hundred-yuan bill and said, "Add another hundred for nutrition fees, to buy formula for your son, okay?" The pretty girl remained silent...
"Miss, tonight you can be my mom, Mom, I'm hungry, I want to drink milk." I stared intently at her large, milk-drenched breasts,
drooling .
The pretty girl chuckled and said, "Alright, you're so cute. Time's up, let me feed you until you're full today."
She took the money, half-closing her eyes, letting me play with her breasts. I hastily unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, revealing two large, white breasts—
the breasts of a nursing girl, completely unlike the small, delicate breasts of a typical young girl. They were filled with warm, sweet milk, bulging and heavy,
hanging down. The breasts, each the size of a melon, hung plumply on her chest, swaying gently, emitting a warm, slightly fishy milky scent. I could almost hear the slapping sounds of the breasts
colliding and the sloshing of milk.
The dark brown areolas almost completely covered the nipples, rising high to form hemispherical shapes, studded with the small fleshy bumps characteristic of young women, and covered with a
fine layer of soft hair. In the center of the areola, a large nipple stood erect as if in supplication, about an inch long and half an inch thick, jet black and glossy, robust and vigorous, covered with...
The flesh was crisscrossed with lines, wet and sticky. Like large, ripe dates soaked in syrup, it exuded an alluring, mature charm. Combined with the girl's
smooth, snow-white skin, as if ironed, the large breasts of the beautiful girl had a unique warm, bouncy feel.
I cupped the beautiful girl's left breast, gently caressing and kneading it. A drop of white milk trickled from the nipple, hanging precariously on her back. I opened my mouth,
pursed my lips to her back, and gently sucked. Suddenly, a large gush of milk gushed from the nipple, spraying directly into my mouth. I couldn't hold it in for a moment; some milk dripped from the
corners , and the nipple almost slipped off my lips.
The beautiful girl asked me to rest my head on her lap so she could breastfeed me, and I immediately complied.
She was incredibly charming, truly resembling the top-tier male lead actress Hao Lei from television dramas. Besides her beautiful face, what was especially captivating was her figure; she would definitely attract attention from men on the street.
She cradled my head with her left arm and her left breast with her right, her nipple aimed at my mouth. She then stuffed the nipple and entire areola into my mouth. This girl's
nipples were already large, about an inch long, and with the areola, they practically filled my entire mouth.
Before I could even suckle, I felt the nipple in my mouth begin to swell and harden. The beautiful girl seemed to become sensitive, her chest involuntarily thrusting forward,
as if trying to stuff her entire breast into my mouth.
I cooperated by pressing my face against her breast, tightly against it, feeling its warmth.
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 licking and scraping her nipple and areola
. I savored the soft yet firm texture, licking the rough lines of flesh on her nipples, scraping the fleshy bumps and fine hairs on her areolas.
Sweet milk continued to flow from her large nipples, and I began to suckle greedily.
Her nipples and areolas reflexively contracted, and a large gush of sweet milk spurted from her nipples, filling my mouth—hot, sticky, and slightly fishy,
a milky aroma that made my nose twitch.
I could hardly believe it; a beautiful, full-figured female college student was breastfeeding me—something I had dreamed of for countless years.
I increased my strength, intentionally making a " "Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..." The pretty girl remained silent, 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 vitality, and the milk slicked up
from her breasts rolled out, completely exposed before me.
There was so much milk. With each forceful suckle, she would unconsciously tense her body, her breasts spraying out streams of milk like high-pressure water guns—
a pleasure that only breastfeeding girls could understand.
I suckled for a while, and the force of the milk ejection weakened, her breasts gradually softening and shrinking. In the end, the milk was completely sucked out, with only a small stream of clear
liquid flowing from her nipples. I spat out my saliva mixed with the milk, making it wet and sticky.
I hummed.
Suddenly, I bit her nipple, "Ah!" The pretty girl gasped, her body trembling. Her right breast bounced joyfully,
dripping milk, plump and swaying like a trembling, flesh-colored lead ball, gleaming white under the light. My stomach churned, and I let out a blissful sigh
, so irresistible.
She smiled, puffing out her chest, seemingly not bothered by my touching her breasts. This pretty girl's breasts were truly large; one hand couldn't even grasp half of them, and she let out
a sweet, milky burp.
The pretty girl turned to the side, offering her right breast as well.
I lifted her right breast, feeling its heaviness and fullness. I lifted it high, then suddenly pulled it down, causing it to tremble and bounce again.
I held her right breast, gently stroking the nipple with my fingertips, "Ah...ah...ah..." The pretty girl gasped slightly, swallowing hard,
her head tilting back, her body convulsing. Her right breast jerked, revealing bulging, bluish veins, the nipple erect as large as a ping-pong ball,
a stream of milk shooting from its tip. I stuck out my tongue, the milky aroma filling my lungs.
Suddenly, the pretty girl reached out and embraced my head, thrusting her chest forward, pressing her breasts against my face, her soft flesh completely blocking my mouth and nose. The nipple almost reached
my throat, the areola swelling and pressing against my upper jaw, filling my mouth completely.
I could barely breathe. With a twitch of my mouth, a large gush of fishy, sticky milk poured down my throat, and I had to desperately swallow it. The milk sprayed out even more vigorously.
The pretty girl trembled with pleasure, moaning incoherently, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I kept my head down,
suckling continuously. As the milk gradually decreased, the beautiful girl's moans also subsided. The nipple in my mouth gradually softened and shrank.
It receded a little. The more I looked at it, the more adorable it seemed. So I cupped her breasts with both hands, gently squeezing them to make the areolas protrude and the nipples stand out prominently. A few drops of residual
milk spilled from the nipples, wetting my hands and emitting a faint milky fragrance.
I gently bit her nipple, my tongue lightly scraping the areola, carefully chewing the sweet residual milk, enjoying the soft hairs and prickly
little flesh. My tongue teased her nipple, each time it pushed past her nipple, each time it stood up again, even pressing the nipple into her breast. When I opened it, the nipple seemed to say,
"Girl, are you...?" I probed her.
Then, "Swish!" She bounced up.
I pressed my lips together and pulled her nipple upwards, as if stretching rubber, pulling the areola up more than two inches. When I opened my mouth, the nipple shrank back. The nipple was in my...
I spread my five fingers and pressed them against her breast. The nipple was hard against my heart, strangely itchy. A mysterious feeling traveled from my palm to my whole body, straight into my
heart. Every day she would swell (swell) (especially after sex with me and after eating), she would only feel comfortable if I suckled all her milk. I lay down and basically didn't eat dinner
.
In my heart.
Those full breasts were in my hands, soft and warm, as if there was juice about to burst between my fingers. It flowed out.
I used both hands, caressing her to my heart's content. Sometimes I gently caressed her, sometimes I kneaded her vigorously. The girl's breasts were so elastic, they felt like floating on air to the touch. The
beautiful girl trembled slightly with my stimulation, letting out soft, coquettish breaths. Her two plump breasts rose and fell with her breath, wriggling like two suction cups,
tightly gripping my hands, making it impossible to open them...
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 climaxes, during our conversation, I learned that this beautiful girl was 22 years old, a sophomore at XX University. She had been drugged and raped by her stepfather, resulting in pregnancy, and gave birth to a son in September of this year. She had been self-studying during her ten months of pregnancy, and returned to school after her postpartum confinement period in October.
Because of the rape by her stepfather and subsequent falling out with her parents, she relied on her grandparents' pensions for tuition and living expenses. Since registering at school required a 5000 yuan tuition fee, the
20-minute ordeal left me parched and exhausted. I nestled in the beautiful girl's soft, warm embrace; she looked at me tenderly, stroking
my face and combing my hair.
"Good little brother, your breasts are engorged. 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. She gently guided the alluring nipple to my lips like a nursing mother.
She lightly placed the nipple against 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 captivated. I reflexively took the
engorged nipple dancing against my lips into my mouth.
I smelled the sweet scent of her milk, sucking on her soft, supple back, and soon a torrent of milk began to flood my parched
mouth . I swallowed the rich, flavorful liquid in large gulps. The sweet, rich milk, warmed by the beautiful girl's body and imbued with her tender maternal love, gradually filled
my emptiness. At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world! I longed to stay in her arms forever, suckling
like , and then fall into a deep sleep, filled with the greatest contentment in the world, never to wake again…
After that, because of her studies, she couldn't care for her baby, so she gave her son to a distant relative who couldn't have children. She moved into the university dormitory with me, and we
studied . I paid her tuition.
The beautiful girl gave her body and milk entirely to me. She took injections and large doses of lactation-inducing drugs every day to ensure her milk was plentiful and
thick . The pretty girl eats high-calorie foods every day (like KFC and McDonald's). Under the influence of lactation-inducing agents and medications, all these calories are
converted into thick, creamy milk for me to suckle. This way, no matter how much she eats, she won't gain weight, which helps the pretty girl maintain her figure and also prevents pregnancy. So
, after her breakfast, I suckle the pretty girl's milk, which is both a "food" and a "sexual" pleasure for me.

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