She can’t wear clothes

Whitney got to her house and tried to open the door, but it was locked. Whitney panicked as she began to look for her hidden key. She forgot where exactly it was. It took her a while until she pulled it out from under a fake rock.

Whitney used the key to unlock her house and rushed in. She knew she had to order some special bra for her lactation soon. Flannery had huge tits. Whitney remembered her saying she ordered custom bras just because she didn’t want to deal with the stores that rarely had her size anyways.

Maybe the person who does it could make a bra that handles constant lactation. Whitney walked up the stairs to her room. She could at least put pants on. Whitney rubbed her pussy as she walked up, the man sucking her tit had aroused her so much.

Whitney sat down halfway up the stairs and began to masturbate. She moaned and moaned as she pumped her fingers faster and faster until she came. Whitney leaned back on the stairs for a few seconds before continuing her climb.

Whitney reached her room and grabbed her clothes. She decided to wear just a pair of sweatpants. She tried to put it on, but for the love of god she couldn’t figure out how.

Did I forget how to where clothes? Whitney thought to herself. What else did that trainer do to me? Whitney sighed and grabbed her phone, she needed help, but who could she trust?