Modesty is all well and good, but it’s a pain in the ass to strip out of your Atma Armor Mk. I and plain bra just to drain your nipples. Setting comfortably in a quiet corner, you grab your jugs and squeeze, rubbing gently towards your nipples to coax yourself into letting down. The lactating flesh feels wonderful in your hands, and you shudder with barely suppressed delight at how good it feels to get yourself ready. The milk comes out in slow dribbles and occasional squirts, running down your fingers to your knuckles before dripping off. Deciding to have a little fun with it, you start milking yourself more vigorously, spraying thin streams of the stuff this way and that, giggling in delight. You find yourself wishing your hand-filling breasts were big enough to bring to your s. You’d like a taste, however brief.
