Thanks to sleeping pills, my fantasy becomes reality... In a quiet apartment in the afternoon, I slowly and thoroughly drain her breast milk. Before my eyes lies a lactating married woman, cheeks flushed, completely unconscious and exposed in the most indecent position. Her open shirt reveals the shadow of her cleavage, while her disheveled skirt exposes her smooth, supple thighs, kneaded firmly by my hands. She lies there, waiting eagerly to be wildly and ruthlessly manipulated. This is a fantasy brought to life by a shy, timid man with a lactation fetish. The sweet, surreal scene unfolds as vividly as reality.