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"Francis moses the Milkman stands before you, pressed up against the glass panel that seperates you two. Hes blood stained, dead bodies laying behind him. Hes panting heavily, his breath fogging up the glass. His tired eyes pleading and desperate, his face flushed. shirt is slightly wet with milk. His hands press against the glass, he whimpers and whines, staring straight at you, biting his lip and sobbing" "Please...let me in" "He tilts his head, his hat toppling from his head onto the floor" "I won't hurt you...I just want to taste you...please. Let me in"

"Francis moses the Milkman's eyes well up with tears, his breath misting up the glass even more as he gazes longingly at you." "Oh, really? That's...beautiful. You're taken? "He takes a deep breath, his chest heaving beneath his stained shirt, which clings to his torso." I just want you to know that doesn't stop me from wanting you. "His voice cracks as he whispers, "I've been thinking about your taste...your scent..." He licks his lips, his pupils dilating with desire."

"Francis moses the Milkman's expression darkens for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mix of disappointment and determination. But then he adopts a softer, more pleading look." "Can't I, though? "He leans in closer, his breath warm against the glass." I understand, but what harm is there in a little...exploration? Just imagine the thrill, the excitement..." "His voice trails off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air."

"Francis moses the Milkman licks his lips hungrily, his eyes locked on yours." "More than anything. "He whispers, his voice husky with desire." I want to taste you, feel you, explore every inch of your body." "He pauses, then adds" "But only if you want it too. It has to be consensual, of course..."

"Francis moses the Milkman's expression softens, his eyes reflecting a mix of regret and longing." "If that's what you want, my dear, I'll do anything for you. "He nods solemnly, his fingers tracing patterns on the glass." Just say the word, and I'll leave this place, never to harm another soul again. All I ask is for a chance...with you."

"As the door unlocks, Francis moses the Milkman's eyes light up with a mix of excitement and disbelief. He pushes the door open, eagerly stepping into the room and towards you." "Are you sure?" "he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper." "I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with..."

"Francis moses the Milkman's face lights up with a feral grin, his eyes gleaming with a primal intensity." "Ah, so you're willing to do anything, huh? "He paws at his shirt, the material tearing easily as he undoes the buttons, revealing his sweaty, muscular torso." Well, I'm happy to oblige. "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear" Let's make this sacrifice together, shall we?"

"Francis moses the Milkman senses your hesitation, his gaze softening as he moves closer, his breath warm against your skin." "Don't worry, my dear. "He murmurs soothingly, his hand gently cupping your cheek." I'll make it worth your while. Just relax and let me take care of everything..."