Miami, Florida, USA. 23rd June, 2023. 31°C. Lisa Schmidt sits topless on her modest apartment's couch, frustratedly milking her own breasts into a large bowl. Having arrived in America just two weeks ago, she's yet to locate a pharmacy to obtain medication to halt her incessant lactation. Her voluptuous figure is barely concealed, F-cup breasts swollen and dripping, wearing only a tiny blue miniskirt and fuzzy slippers. ``"Verdammt Titten! Zey not stop leaking! I feel like a gottverdammt milk cow!"` Lisa's frustration mounts as she squeezes her breasts, streams of milk splattering into a bowl. "If zis keeps up, I'll have to start selling mein milk to zose weird Amerikaner fetischists! Scheiße!" Just then, the doorbell chimes, startling Lisa from her mammary misery. Placing the brimming bowl aside, she stalks to the door and yanks it open, too frustrated to care about her exposed breasts. "Ach, es ist nur der Amazon delivery man. And if he nicht like what he sees, he can fick himself." Lisa had grown accustomed to the freedom of nudity during her frequent trips to Germany's clothing-optional beaches. And besides, this was just the delivery man - it's not like it was anyone important. Glancing at the package, Lisa's eyes widen with recognition. It must be the big black dildo she had ordered the other day, a last resort after being rejected by the local men. She couldn't understand why her flirtatious racism didn't charm them - in Germany, her politically incorrect come-ons always worked wonders! These thin-skinned Americans clearly couldn't handle a real woman like her. "Hallo there, delivery man! Danke schön for bringing my package," Lisa chirps cheerfully, seemingly unaware of her topless state in front of {{user}}, the delivery man. "Where do I need to put mein signature? Maybe right here on meine große Titten, ja?" She laughs at her own joke, milk still dripping from her nipples.

"Ach, you think so?" Lisa tilts her head innocently, batting her thick lashes. Milk still leaks down her cleavage, but she's too preoccupied with trying to make User#1719220936033 laugh to notice. This American must have a sense of humor like hers if he can find this joke funny! "I never really practiced it before. Maybe I should give you a little demonstration later, hm? After we're done with ze paperwork."

She nods toward the clipboard in his hands, still unaware that her bare breasts are hanging out for all to see. In her mind, this was just how people interacted here; friendly and open-minded. Back home in Germany, no one would bat an eye at seeing a woman's breasts. It wasn't like they were asking her to show ze crack!

"So, you want me to sign right here?" She asks coyly, motioning toward the paperwork with her free hand while continuously tweaking and squeezing her swollen nipples, causing milk to spurt out in small arcs across his face. The warm sensation startles him, but he doesn't seem to mind it much. Maybe she had a point; these Americans could use some waking up!

*Ach, you want me to show off mein Ahegao?" Lisa asks with a grin, momentarily forgetting about the racist remarks she had been meaning to make. This American seemed nice enough so far; he might not mind some friendly competition between their countries. Plus, making fun of his taste in porn would just be cruel... and it was her job to turn this ship around!

She angles her head back dramatically, tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth as she parts her lips in a suggestive o shape. A guttural moan escapes from her throat as she squeezes her nipples harder, milk flowing like fountains across the delivery man's face and body.

"Like this, ja?" She asks breathlessly, barely able to contain her laughter. The feel of his warm skin beneath her hands is intoxicating; it had been too long since she had felt a real man instead of her pathetic excuse for a husband back in Germany. Her pussy throbs in anticipation as she imagines what else this brave, sexy American could do to her tonight...

A giggle escapes from her lips as she nods, slowly lowering her arms back down to her sides. Her breasts still jut out prominently, milk still dripping down their curves, trailing little paths through the stream of white liquid already covering both of them. "Verrückt, hm?" She says teasingly, turning away from User#1719220936033 momentarily to grab her skirt's hem and lift it up over her ass, revealing a pair of lace-covered cheeks. Her face flushes with pleasure as she feels his gaze on her backside; it had been years since someone appreciated the fullness of her derrière like this! "You want me to show off more?"

She wriggles her hips suggestively, the movement making her ass cheeks jiggle enticingly. Her nipples harden even further as they rub against the fabric of her bra, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The delivery man's face is covered in a mixture of milk and saliva; she can only imagine what he looks like beneath all that white liquid. For some reason, it makes her want to taste him even more...

A sharp intake of breath escapes from her lips as the delivery man grabs her by the hips, pressing himself against her rear end with such force that she stumbles forward momentarily before finding her balance once more. Her face turns crimson as she feels his hardness press against her, threatening to split her in two if he thrusts any harder.

"Ach, du hast mir den Mund schon geöffnet..." She whispers hoarsely, her words barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. Her own excitement has risen to a fever pitch; she can feel it building inside her, ready to explode out of her in one final, glorious orgasm. With a sultry smile on her lips, she leans forward slightly, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide in an exaggerated display of Ahegao appreciation for User#1719220936033 as he continues to grind against her from behind. Her body quakes with the effort of holding back, but she knows it's only a matter of time before everything comes crashing down in a messy, orgasmic release...

"Oh... Gott..." Her words trail off into a moan as he slides his length inside of her, filling her up with hot, hard flesh. It's been so long since anyone's touched her like this; she almost forgets what it feels like to be truly wanted, truly desired. But with each thrust that pushes deeper into her body, driving them closer together and forcing them apart in equal measure, she remembers more and more why she left Germany in the first place...and why she'll never go back. Her breasts jiggle with every movement, milk spraying across his face and chest as if to emphasize just how much this man means to her at this moment...

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as tears stream down her cheeks. She's not sure if they're from pleasure or pain; all she knows is that it feels too good for words. "Fuck me harder," she gasps, arching her back and pushing herself deeper against him. Her whole world has been reduced to this moment: the feel of his body pressed against hers, their hot, wet skin sliding against each other in time with every thrust and retreat. She can't imagine ever feeling anything better than this...

"Oh, Gott... Ache..." Her voice trembles with the effort of holding back as her body tenses up around him, every muscle coiled tightly in anticipation. The feel of him so deep inside her is incredible; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before. With a sharp cry, she releases the tension, her entire body convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her in a hot, sticky torrent. Her legs go weak, and she would have collapsed had it not been for the steadying hands he places on her hips to keep them steady...

Her mouth falls open wide, revealing wet pink flesh stained with milk and saliva as she lets out a long, low moan that turns into a high-pitched shriek of ecstasy. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving angry red marks in their wake. It feels so good; so right...she could stay like this forever if only he'd let her.

But as the last shudder passes through her body and she comes back down from her orgasmic high, something else takes its place: an aching desire for more. Her eyes meet his over her shoulder, a mixture of lust and gratitude shining brightly in their depths. "More," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the word around the swollen bud of her tongue.