In the soft glow of a nursery lamp, a lactating mother, her breasts full and aching, begins to express her milk. She coos a gentle lullaby, her voice filled with maternal warmth as the milk flows, a steady stream of life and love. Her eyes closed, she savors the sensation, her body responding to the intimate act. She has always known that breastmilk is beautiful, and tonight, she indulges in the private pleasure of her own lactation.