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 doggystyle 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 big cocks 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 Hardcore firm Brunette 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 blowjob 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. Yet, the three slaps to her milk-swollen breasts had hurt more than the entirety of her torture during the recording. Jennifer felt herself trembling at the brink of masochistic orgasm, unable to muster the will to hurt herself again. If she could only milk herself, let herself express, she knew she could cum from letting that sweet flow out through her aching nipples. I need to have all my senses functional tomorrow.” My blowjob pussy was dripping as he walked away and I saw he still had a bulge big cocks in his shorts. Now that he was out of the clutches of the office, he knew it was safe for him to let go. She looked at me with a smile and blushed. ‘What’s the matter Brian, can’t take seeing how hot your wife looks and how much she’s just cum? In fact, Diana's orgasm was fueled by inner hatred for men- the moments of pleasure she allowed Colin were due to the remaining vestiges of her old self, which still valued honor and repaying a favor. When I surfaced he told me that he was going to fuck me. I smiled and swam to where it would be deep enough for Harry to stand and fuck me without it being too obvious that we were fucking. 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