روتين حلب الحلمات اليومي منتفخ ومؤلم

I walk into shot, completely naked except for my cute little pink collar. I look straight into the camera, annoyed and confused. “Why do I have to be milked like a cow every single day?” I whine. My nipples are so sore and sensitive, and nothing even comes out. What's the point? I squirm and complain as the clamps tug at my nipples — biting, pulling, making them throb. I try to understand why you — my cruel viewer — love doing this to me. You're the one who insists on daily milking sessions, even though I've got no milk to give you. You just like watching me suffer, don't you? I beg and plead for you to take the clamps off. And when you finally do, my nipples are red, puffy, aching… and so sensitive. I hold them, pout at the camera, and show you just how raw and swollen they look after your twisted little ritual. All because you say I need to be milked. Good job I'm your obedient little cow, then.