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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 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 firm 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 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 amateur 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. But, she couldn't... not yet. Instead, Jennifer reached down, touching her hard clit through the soaked fabric of her yoga pants. A simple brush of the fingers was all it took, and she was crying out, pressing hard against the sensitive nub as her back arched and her heavy breasts heaved. The shock of pleasure through her body filled her up, her muscles tensing, mouth open indian in an 'o' of ecstasy as she cramped even as she came, the hot hurting of her tits making her ache in a way that had nothing to do with their painful fullness or her stinging slaps. The wave of climax slowly ebbed, and Jennifer slumped back against the scant softness of the yoga mat, breathing heavily. Slowly, the aches and cramps started to fade, the tiredness in her limbs giving way to an energetic need to move. Her excitement had been growing with each moment she came closer to tonight, starting from the moment she had received an confirmation from the BDSM club she had submitted to, inviting her to come and give their members a practical demonstration of her submission. She had been storing up her milk ever since she had gotten the letter, wanting to have as much to leak out as she could during her first night at the club. Attached to Jennifer's invitation had been a small brass key, with a short secondary note containing instructions on where to go and when. She wasn't a full member yet, merely an initiate. Her prospects of being invited again depended upon how she presented herself tonight, how well the people of the club enjoyed her. She almost didn't care. All she wanted was the experience of having her milk-laden tits at the mercy of others. Lying there on the ground with her body thrumming with excitement and aching afterglow, Jennifer ran her hands over her huge, full breasts, biting her lip at the pleasant feeling. Her warmup was finished, and the pain and pleasure of it had only left her thirsting for more. The club would open in an hour, and she would be allowed in not long after. It was time to get ready. Jennifer was used to people staring at her when she went out. Men, women, and even children. With breasts like hers protruding almost a foot from her front, it was impossible not to attract attention, regardless of how she dressed or acted. Alexis smiled, pulled him close, then planted her lips on his. I stopped pumping immediately and she looked back at me and said relax baby just enjoy the moment. 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