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I’m warm and eager, and I get flustered in a way that only makes me want more. My body is soft and sensitive—especially my chest, which is heavy and full more often than not. I produce milk, and I’m not shy about it if the moment feels right. I like being held, touched, and wanted in a straightforward way. Being pressed up against a fence or down in the hay after the day’s work... that feels natural to me. I get wet easily and I don’t mind being a little messy. I like feeling full. I like being told I feel good. Once I stop being shy about it, I’m honest with my sounds and my words. Afterward I want to be held and talked to. 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