Jennifer's body started to shudder with pleasure, her mind blanking, focused entirely on the feeling of her breast being milked like an udder, her creamy milk filling up someone's glass on the other side of the wall. Being used like a drink dispenser made her more wet than any amount of self-milking ever could, and she felt disappointed when the hands only gave her a single pull, though her breast felt more comfortable without being stuffed to capacity. While her nipples were still tingling and wet from her mild milking, Jennifer felt the first touch of pain at the hands of the strangers. The leather tip of a riding crop snapped against her nipple without warning, the sharp biting sensation of its impact fading quickly into a warm ache as her breast jiggled. Though she'd known she'd be hurt, it came as a guy shock, and she realized she had been lucky even to get a teasing taste of pleasure before the abuse began. She bit her lip, trying to thrust her chest out for more, though her tits were already pushed as far into the other room as they could be. Another hit came, impacting her other nipple and sending a squirt of big milk from her as she cried out at the agony. Her pussy convulsed, squeezing around nothing as the pain throbbed in the tender tip of her tit. Unconsciously, she braced herself for the next strike, eager for more. But it was not the riding crop to hit her, when pain lanced through her next. Instead, a punch hit her soft, hanging flesh, and Jennifer let out a shocked sob, trailing off into a gasp of pleasure as her bruised flesh blowjob bounced. Another hit came, knocking one breast sharply against the other, the obscene sound of skin slapping together echoing in her ears as she felt her milk spray with each impact. This was everything she'd ever wanted, milking and abuse, objectification and casual use. Whoever was on the other side was strong, a faceless brute that used her tits like punching bags without a hint of mercy. Over and over he struck her, and with each time the knuckles slammed into her soft flesh, she imagined the bruises she would bear. Marring her perfect creamy skin, covering her beautiful, massive breasts. It was enough to ignite her masochism to new heights, and she was disappointed when the strikes stopped coming. A part of her had wanted him to never stop, to keep going until her breasts were beat bloody. "More," she moaned, her mouth close to the wall. Her breasts throbbed, but with a new, hot pain instead of the dull ache from before. It made her want them to keep going, to abuse her until the pain built up to a climax. She was already close, so close. The excitement of it all had her body thrumming with arousal, her trembling thighs soaked with her wetness. Her nipples trembled with vibrations of each rapid beat of her heart, droplets of milk constantly weeping from her huge reddened tits. She pulled in huge breaths to recover while swallowing the thick goo running down her throat. I look at my phone and open up my contacts to find only one name. My hands shook a little bit as I removed my shorts. I know because I saw the results last week.” “E you’ve got this all wrong,” I entered the familiar apartment, even though a few years has past everything looked exactly the same. We spent most of the day buying clothes for her. Her body type was just like Momo’s, just a bit taller and of course with cans that a man could happily suffocate under. I felt awful about this. We are just trying to find a way to manage this youthful fancy of hers without hurting her or even you in the process.” Like, the towel just fell guy all on its own, and Jacob just assumed I didn't mean to do it. She loves me? What? You’re more of a girl than Amanda.” “That will big be all. Shiina blowjob tried to shout some reason into her head. he demanded. My head now tapping a staccato beat against the casket, as if against the headboard of a bed. Breed my slutty cunt!"