He steps back, his eyes fixed on me. He continues to thrust into me, his hips slapping against my ass with each forceful motion. I pick up the book and start reading. I nod, unable to form words as my body betrays me, my hips bucking against his hand. He starts to move, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation of being filled. The milk is a sign of your progress, a testament to how well you’re embracing your new existence.” His fingers trace the curve of my breast, and I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy with satisfaction. Slowly, he unbuckles his belt and lets it fall to the floor. Did I enjoy every minute of it? My body is changing, adapting to his design, and the milk that drips from my nipples is just the beginning. My Master watches intently, his gaze reflecting his satisfaction with my response.
