Perfect. Jessie placed her hands on his chest. “That’s right. The bound milk stud moaned around the mouthful of wet blanket, his eyes rolling upward as his balls shuddered and ejected an endless stream of creamy nut up into the quivering Domina. The metal milk bucket was already half full; a product of his first forced climax ten minutes ago and the one he was currently enduring. More spurts of thick custard oozed from his bulging cockhead as the wicked vixen drained him dry. Jessie reached down and secured one wrist in the handcuffs before winding them around the metal housing of the headboard and securing the other. In latex? He turned off the audio player and listened to the birds chirping just outside his window. She undid her pants and pulled them down as she spoke. “Should’ve brought a gag. Just one more round and you’ll be done for the morning.”
She rose from her milking bench and pulled off her gloves with two snaps of wet latex. MMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!”
Byron’s body shuddered and another long, fat ribbon of
