Self-Milking Scene V2

You sheepishly find some rocks to hide in, where you remove your [clothes].

You ease yourself into the shin-high grass and take a minute to enjoy the cool air on your [skin]. You feel your [nipples] harden in anticipation of what's to come.

[FOR PCS WITH TWO BREASTS]
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Almost reluctantly, you begin massaging your [breasts] with both [hands]. Your motions are stiff at first but as time passes you pick up the pace slightly, your ministrations becoming firmer and more confident while nonetheless maintaining a certain gentle patience.
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[FOR PCS WITH MORE THAN TWO BREASTS]
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Almost reluctantly, you begin massaging your topmost pair of [breasts] with both [hands]. Your motions are stiff at first but as time passes you pick up the pace slightly, your ministrations becoming firmer and more confident while nonetheless maintaining a certain gentle patience. As soon as the breasts you're massaging start to feel numb, you move downwards, methodically probing each in turn.
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As soon as you feel a warm dampness you on your fingertips you pause. Droplets of milk cascade from your [nipples]. The springs tapped by your fondling now flow freely of their own accord. In seconds, what started as a series of droplets begins intensifying until small white streams trickle down your front. The milk traces the underside of each [breast] and then passes on to your [stomach] and [waist].

You are not content with merely admiring this testament to your fertility, and pick back up where you left off. Massaging your [breasts] with renewed vigor, you focus on your [nipples], squeezing and kneading the surrounding flesh. With every motion your breasts yield greater volumes of milk, sometimes breaking out into hair-breadth jets. Your entire front, breasts to thighs, is covered by a semi-transparent ivory sheen. Your increasingly passionate [hands], also wetted by the product of your mammaries, coat your chest with slick lactic lubricant, the pleasant feeling of which only pushes you to further fits of excitement.

Eventually the flow of milk from your [nipples] begins to trickle out. Having lost yourself in passionate fondling, your breasts now ache with a faint tenderness. You lay down in the soft grass as your body dries and spend a moment relishing contentment before drifting off into sleep.