Milky Picnic

Nooo… not now… not at the picnic… of all the times, she had to start changing right in the middle of the park.

She should have known as soon as she felt her shirt getting tight on the car ride over, she should have found a reason to go back home, or to a bathroom, or anywhere…

Her breasts were so full of milk, it was already spraying out of them like an alabaster fountain, and she hadn’t brought her milker.. there was no way she could get the milk out on her own, and she couldn’t turn back until they were empty.

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~The Warlock