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Feasting her eyes on her reflection in the polished metal of the milking pail, she can't help but imagine the pleasure those udders could bring. She cups them, feeling their weight, running her thumbs over the sensitive tips. Her other hand slides down, disappearing beneath her short skirt, finding her wet, hungry pussy. She moans, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation of her own touch, her massive tits bouncing as she rides her hand, bringing herself closer and closer to climax.