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Mavis Dracula studying herself in classroom (Fingering + Milky Boobs): 340+ images in download-link
🕑 Added 2025-04-22 17:00:08 +0000 UTCI was supposed to be studying.
The textbook was open, highlighters scattered across the bed, soft music playing in the background. I had every intention of being productive today. But my body… had other plans.
My breasts were so full. Aching. Sensitive.
I shifted slightly in my seat and felt the weight of them — heavier than usual, the fabric of my shirt pressing against tight, tingling nipples that wouldn’t stop throbbing. I crossed my legs, trying to focus on the paragraph in front of me. I couldn’t even finish a sentence.
Then I felt it — the soft warmth spreading beneath my bra.
I looked down.
Two damp spots were growing, slow but obvious.
I was leaking again.
I bit my lip and pulled the neckline of my tank top down, just enough to see one nipple glistening — swollen, flushed, and dripping. A soft moan slipped from my lips.
That’s when I gave in.
I lay back on the bed, sliding the books to the floor, tugging my shirt down and letting my breasts spill out — heavy and full, milk already beading at the tips. I cupped them with both hands, squeezing gently, watching as the warm liquid ran over my fingers and down my skin.
God, it felt so good.
My hand drifted lower, between my thighs, fingers finding that perfect spot over my panties — soaked, throbbing. I rubbed slow circles, teasing myself while my other hand played with one breast, coaxing more out with every squeeze.
My back arched.
I imagined someone watching me — seeing how messy I was, how sweet my moans sounded, how I looked with milk running down my stomach and my hips rocking into my own hand.
The heat built fast.
I slid my fingers beneath the fabric, into the wetness I could no longer ignore. My legs trembled as I pressed deeper, circling my clit, slick and desperate, while the other hand pinched and squeezed, milk still dripping from both breasts like I was meant to be used and worshipped.
I came hard — hips lifting, breath stuttering, thighs clenching.
The milk spilled freely now. My body pulsed with release, chest heaving, hand still between my legs, fingers wet with more than just arousal.
I stayed like that for a while — dazed, glowing, the scent of milk and heat in the air.
And my textbook? Still open.
But now... I was very distracted.
