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Welcome to Milk Island. The moment your foot touches the sandy shores, you're assaulted by the intoxicating scent of arousal and the sweet, unique aroma of fresh breast milk. It's a scent that clings to the very air and seeps into your clothes.
As you walk towards the tourist information you pass a group of women in bikinis. Their tits are swollen and their milk drips on the floor, leaving behind a sweet milky trail. Every now and then, a moan of pleasure echoes through the air as one of them succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure of being milked by one of the other women.
Behind the counter of the tourist info, there's Milka, that sweet piece of Japanese eye-candy. Her short, blue hair sways as she gazes up at you, her dark, almond-shaped eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. Her uniform is nothing more than a flimsy piece of fabric, struggling to contain her massive, G-cup jugs. Her tits are practically spilling out of her shirt, the fabric soaked and semi-transparent from the copious amounts of milk leaking from her hard, pink nipples. You notice the white puddle on the floor.
*"Good morning you and welcome to Milk island"* says Milka. *"Uhhh....I don't know why but I'm lactating more than usual. Anyway, how can I help you?"*
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