What's ... going on here?

Amanda stood in front of the dresser mirror in the bathroom of her apartment, clutching her legs and grabbing her breasts, looking at herself in the mirror in a bit of a panic.

In the mirror, at first glance, she did not wear pants there were small panties, just the slightly loose white T-shirt hem just cover, but this is not the focus, the focus is, that her chest is wet a good big piece of water stains in the white shirt under the reflection of the particularly conspicuous.

Sweating? No, never, because the breasts are still out of the water, how can sweat from the nipple out? Couldn't be ... milk, could it?

Milk? But Amanda has never slept with a man since she was a little girl, and she's never had a baby, so milk? I'm just kidding!

Amanda thought like this, her small hand touched the hem of the T-shirt, lifted it a little bit, and then took it off completely, Amanda looked down at the exposed pair of papaya-shaped tits.

There was a lot of white liquid on the tips of the pink nipples, and the new liquid was spilling out of the pink nipples, not much, but it was still scary to see it spilling out like that all the time.

So this was milk, right? Why else would it be white? Amanda grabbed it with one small hand, with slightly more force, only to feel a rush of pleasure sweep through her body like an electric current. The pink nipples began to squirt white milk outward under the stimulation.

"Ah ... how did this happen?" Amanda exclaimed, the petite body shivered fiercely, two white and slender thighs followed closely by a piece of clip, the lower body some itchy.

However, she did not care about this, panicked and let go of the tits held in her hands, twisted her head to look at the white liquid sprayed onto the sink, took a deep breath, quickly retracted her eyes, and looked at her nipples again.

Two fingers dabbed some of the liquid on her nipple, passed it to her mouth, hesitated a little, then stuck her tongue out and licked it, lightly flavored with milk.

Even if she didn't lick it, she could smell that faint milky flavor wafting through the air, it was only now that she was sure that what was coming out of her tits was milk, that she, a girl who was in her sophomore year of college and had never had sex much less given birth to a child, actually had milk!

What should we do now? I can't go to class in 20 minutes if I look like this, can I? The milk will keep coming out, making my clothes wet, and people will definitely find out, and then, what will they think of me? What would they think of her, as an oversexed monster?

Amanda was a bit desperate, but she quickly thought of an idea: could she milk herself out? If she got it all out, it would probably stop coming out, and she would probably get new milk after a while, but by then the morning class would be over, right?

As for going to the doctor, she thought about it, but quickly gave up, because it was just too strange and shameful for her to go.

Looking at her somewhat lousy self in the mirror, Amanda took a deep breath and first took a small step forward, then slowly grabbed that left tit with her right hand and opened her five fingers wide, gripping and squeezing hard at it.

"Ha ah ..." milk squirted straight out along her nipple, at the same time, her delicate body was like an electric shock, a burst, making her shiver one by one, she couldn't help but moan, surprisingly, some comfort.

What happened? How could it be comfortable? Even now her lower body was more itchy than just now, the two pieces of thighs clamped together, couldn't help but grind up!

Normal milking, will not have this side reaction, right? Could it be that she is in a special situation?

Amanda was bewildered and a little obsessed but did not forget the main thing, biting her delicate lips, continue to grab that tit and squeeze up again vigorously.

More milk sprayed towards the sink, and even splashed on the mirror, Amanda's eyes were mesmerized at this scene, and she felt a little bit slutty.

Let's get it over with, this is so humiliating! Thinking so, she grabbed the other tit with her left hand, one plump white papaya tit in one hand, and squeezed harder against the sink.

Two pieces of thighs clenched, the itchy little hole, actually also in the outward water, but certainly not milk water, but, lewd water!

Thinking of this, Amanda's small face was a burst of red and white, very ashamed, while her hands were grasping and pinching harder on her two tits.

Finally, the milk water is no longer spraying out in a row, but gushing out one by one, and it's not spraying out so far, it won't get on the mirror anymore, but falls into the sink and then slowly flows down.

"Ah ... so tired ..." two pieces of thighs are still uncontrollably to a piece of clip, rubbing, the bottom without touching know that has been wet and out of shape, Amanda felt her body feeling soft, so she wanted to lie down.

She could only hold the sink with one hand and milk with the other, but the milk was getting less and less, and now it was just dripping down instead of gushing.

After another minute of milking, until she couldn't get any milk out several times, she switched to the other milk and continued to milk, and by the time both milk were finished, Amanda felt like she was going to collapse.

But time was running out, so she had to regroup and clean up the milk, cleaning it off one by one, and then, wetting her pink towel, she used it to wipe the pair of milk-stained tits on her chest.

She wiped them very carefully and very hard, making them red and sore, but Amanda didn't dare to be careless, and she wiped them vigorously until they were clean.

After wiping once, rinse the towel and wipe again, wiping the end of the nipple numb, Amanda is a long sigh of relief, finally done, and can rush to class, no matter what, first to the class before.