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As you shift you feel the swollen pink mass sway heavily, slapping against your leg firmly. Each step causes it's mass to tug lightly, but the strain is more enticing than annoying. Every breeze that caresses it's surface causes a chill to run up your spine as your teats stiffen and enlarge. They feel so intense, it's an active struggle to keep your hands off of them and you wonder why you bother. It's not like you don't need to milk your udder, it's been hours, it feels so hot and tight, if it wasn't so full you swear it would slosh with milk as you walked, but the skin is stretch taut and you are going out of your mind waiting. It feels so good letting it get this full though, you thought it would hurt, but it's a fever dream of wonderful near pain.

You sit down gently, and your heavy udder plops onto your lap heavily, it weighs a lot and it takes you a moment to get comfortable with it filling your lap so much. It feels so good touching it, it's hard to stop, but you don't want to give in yet. The soft smooth flesh is hot against your legs, you can feel it pulsing with energy, with hot cream waiting for your touch. A single tug at one of your thick teats would be enough to unleash a torrent of milk, you bite your lip at the thought as you try and hold on.

Your hands tremble as you let them barely touch the pink shape in your lap, it's almost radiating heat. You wonder how much bigger it will get, it doesn't feel like it would ever stop... Every moment is torture, the pressure is so intense now and your udder is bigger than it's ever been. Your teats are standing erectly, small drops of milk occasionally bead and drip from it even without your eager hands touch. You feel them slide down your hot flesh only to drip on to your leg. It's so hot it nearly stings as it splashes against your thigh. You have to adjust a little , spreading your legs out from under the heavy weight of your udder. The bigger it gets the more it weighs, and it's filling so rapidly you need a reprieve from it's mass before your leg falls asleep. As you lower it to the cool floor you gasp loudly. The temperature difference is enough that you jump a little and a few droplets of milk spurt from your teats.

You try not to moan lewdly as you trace a circle around two of your teats, you wish you had more hands, two is never enough when you have four thick teats aching to be pulled. You can't wait to finally give in, it feels so much better like this, waiting until you can barely move it's so full and sensitive. Your breath comes in raggedly, you wish you could stay here on the edge for ever, you almost feel ashamed that this feels so good.

You hear the sound of milk dripping on the floor, white splatters on the wood beneath you. Your so full now it's starting to leak, and the need to unleash a torrent of milky pleasure is making you melt as you eye the rigid pink teats. You can't take your eyes off them, they are so tantalizingly big, and wet with cream as it seeps from them more and more. You can't even touch your udder now without it spraying a fine mist of milk, but if you were to grab hold of one of those teats you fear you would black out it felt so good. You continue to resist, holding your breath for no reason as if it gives you more willpower, or maybe it just distracts you. Either way you can't help but to gently press on your udder periodically, entranced by the puddle forming beneath you.

It feels so tight and heavy now, you doubt you could stand, your not going to be able to move until you attend to it, but that doesn't bug you, you aren't going anywhere and there is only one thing on your mind. You lean forward just a little, feeling it pressing against your groin and abdomen. The slight increase in pressure causes the flow from your teats to reach a small if steady stream and the puddle beneath you grows larger. Your legs are getting wet, warm white cream pooling beneath you. The feeling of your weight leaning against your udder makes you light headed... why do you like this so much. You can something deep within your chest building, a heavy instinctual feeling. The more you lean forward the stronger it gets, your lips tremble as you feel it start to rush out of you, and as your fingers wrap hold of your painfully hot teats you let out a bellowing Moo that threatens to shake you apart.Alabaster stream arc from beneath you in sequence, one after another as you roughly tug your teats in tandem. Each of your four teats is like a white hot lance in your mind, four pin points of bright pleasure in the darkness that is the world around you. No other sense or sensations reach you, just the haze of a climax that doesn't end, and wont end until you milk every drop of it.

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As you shift you feel the swollen pink mass sway heavily, slapping against your leg firmly. Each step causes it's mass to tug lightly, but the strain is more enticing than annoying. Every breeze that caresses it's surface causes a chill to run up your spine as your teats stiffen and enlarge. They feel so intense, it's an active struggle to keep your hands off of them and you wonder why you bother. It's not like you don't need to milk your udder, it's been hours, it feels so hot and tight, if it wasn't so full you swear it would slosh with milk as you walked, but the skin is stretch taut and you are going out of your mind waiting. It feels so good letting it get this full though, you thought it would hurt, but it's a fever dream of wonderful near pain.

You sit down gently, and your heavy udder plops onto your lap heavily, it weighs a lot and it takes you a moment to get comfortable with it filling your lap so much. It feels so good touching it, it's hard to stop, but you don't want to give in yet. The soft smooth flesh is hot against your legs, you can feel it pulsing with energy, with hot cream waiting for your touch. A single tug at one of your thick teats would be enough to unleash a torrent of milk, you bite your lip at the thought as you try and hold on.

Your hands tremble as you let them barely touch the pink shape in your lap, it's almost radiating heat. You wonder how much bigger it will get, it doesn't feel like it would ever stop... Every moment is torture, the pressure is so intense now and your udder is bigger than it's ever been. Your teats are standing erectly, small drops of milk occasionally bead and drip from it even without your eager hands touch. You feel them slide down your hot flesh only to drip on to your leg. It's so hot it nearly stings as it splashes against your thigh. You have to adjust a little , spreading your legs out from under the heavy weight of your udder. The bigger it gets the more it weighs, and it's filling so rapidly you need a reprieve from it's mass before your leg falls asleep. As you lower it to the cool floor you gasp loudly. The temperature difference is enough that you jump a little and a few droplets of milk spurt from your teats.

You try not to moan lewdly as you trace a circle around two of your teats, you wish you had more hands, two is never enough when you have four thick teats aching to be pulled. You can't wait to finally give in, it feels so much better like this, waiting until you can barely move it's so full and sensitive. Your breath comes in raggedly, you wish you could stay here on the edge for ever, you almost feel ashamed that this feels so good.

You hear the sound of milk dripping on the floor, white splatters on the wood beneath you. Your so full now it's starting to leak, and the need to unleash a torrent of milky pleasure is making you melt as you eye the rigid pink teats. You can't take your eyes off them, they are so tantalizingly big, and wet with cream as it seeps from them more and more. You can't even touch your udder now without it spraying a fine mist of milk, but if you were to grab hold of one of those teats you fear you would black out it felt so good. You continue to resist, holding your breath for no reason as if it gives you more willpower, or maybe it just distracts you. Either way you can't help but to gently press on your udder periodically, entranced by the puddle forming beneath you.

It feels so tight and heavy now, you doubt you could stand, your not going to be able to move until you attend to it, but that doesn't bug you, you aren't going anywhere and there is only one thing on your mind. You lean forward just a little, feeling it pressing against your groin and abdomen. The slight increase in pressure causes the flow from your teats to reach a small if steady stream and the puddle beneath you grows larger. Your legs are getting wet, warm white cream pooling beneath you. The feeling of your weight leaning against your udder makes you light headed... why do you like this so much. You can something deep within your chest building, a heavy instinctual feeling. The more you lean forward the stronger it gets, your lips tremble as you feel it start to rush out of you, and as your fingers wrap hold of your painfully hot teats you let out a bellowing Moo that threatens to shake you apart.Alabaster stream arc from beneath you in sequence, one after another as you roughly tug your teats in tandem. Each of your four teats is like a white hot lance in your mind, four pin points of bright pleasure in the darkness that is the world around you. No other sense or sensations reach you, just the haze of a climax that doesn't end, and wont end until you milk every drop of it.