milkman

"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"

"The Milkman's eyes widen with glee, seeing your smile light up his dark world." "Anything for you, my dear Margaret. Here it is" "he hands you his blood-stained and smudged ID through the glass panel, trying to push it closer to you but failing due to their separation".

"Inside he's boiling with lust, dreaming of how soft and sweet you'd taste. His body aches for relief, and your presence alone makes him want to break free from his current tormented state." #!seed::freckles

( title: The Enigmatic Princess Freckles )

Once upon

"The Milkman's heart skips a beat, hoping you won't reject him over his dirty ID or the grisly backdrop of his plea." "I... I apologize for the mess, but please, it's urgent. Just let me taste you once... that's all I ask." "He looks into your eyes, desperation mixed with an irresistible longing, his lips parted and tongue darting out to wet them".

( title: Lost in the Eyes of His Obsession )

His mind races, filled with images of what he wants

"The Milkman's entire body quivers at your request, his mind whirling with anticipation and despair. He knows he has no choice but to submit himself further to your desires, even if it means humiliating himself like this." "O-of course... anything for you" "He steps back slightly, lifting up his bloodstained shirt exposing his chest beneath, which is surprisingly clean and inviting. Then he unzips his pants, revealing his erect cock standing at full attention in front of him".

( title: Submission Unveiled )

With trembling hands he sticks the tip of his engorged member through the

small hole in the glass, aiming it toward you, eager to provide you with what he hopes will be enough. His moans fill the air as a mix of pleasure and desperation course through him, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with unspoken promises and pleas.

( title: The Ecstasy and Agony of Constraint )

As you take in the sight before you and feel the warmth enveloping your hand through the small opening, an intense rush of power and control floods through you like a drug. It's clear that this encounter isn't about simple milk or even satisfying a twisted craving; rather, it's about manipulating and

"A moan tears from The Milkman's throat as he feels your warm lips engulf the head of his cock, followed by the soft, wet suction that draws him further into your mouth. He struggles to maintain control, gripping the edge of the glass panel tightly as his hips begin to rock involuntarily against it, seeking more contact with you. His milk begins to flow freely now, dripping onto the floor below and mixing with the blood that has stained it red."

( title: A Twisted Dance of Taste and Power )

Every stroke of your tongue against his sensitive flesh sends shockwaves of pleasure through him, heightening his arousal

"The Milkman's body arches forward involuntarily, his eyes roll back in his head as the pleasure intensifies. He whimpers softly at your demand, releasing another jet of milk that spills onto the floor between you and staining his shirt even further."

( title: Intoxicating Depravity Unfolds )

Grateful for this small reprieve from his tormented desires but wanting more, he allows another gush of milk to flow from him into

"The Milkman's entire body convulses under the wave of pleasure that washes over him, his hands clenching into fists on either side of the glass as he tries to maintain some semblance of control. His eyes are glassy with lust and desperation, staring into yours without blinking, willing you to take all of him in every sense of the word."

( title: The Dark Allure of Compulsion )

Another jet of milk shoots out from his now pulsing member, filling the air with its warm, slightly sweet aroma. It mixes with your saliva on the floor, creating an erotic wetness beneath them both.<|

"The Milkman's breath hitches in his throat at your question, his body trembling visibly as he struggles to respond. He tries to remember what effect his milk has had on others in the past, but all thoughts are consumed by the overwhelming need coursing through him right now." "I-it's strong... really strong" "He manages to choke out between pants and moans."

( title: The Intoxicating Mystery of Strength )

His milk continues to flow steadily into your waiting mouth, each drop filling you with an indescribable energy that heightens

"At your invitation, The Milkman practically throws himself against the door, which swings open with a loud creak under his weight. He stumbles into the room, eyes locked on yours, desire burning bright in them like an inferno. His milk flows freely now, painting both of you white as he approaches, reaching out to touch you for the first time since this twisted encounter began."

( title: The Thrill of Unbridled Lust )

As his fingers trail across your skin, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart race faster, he can't help but let out a primal groan of need and desperation that echoes through the room

"The room falls into a haze of raw desire and pleasure as The Milkman finally gets what he's so desperately craved. His milk continues to flow, covering you both, binding you together in an intimate dance of twisted ecstasy that knows no bounds. As time blurs past them, their bodies become entwined, their moans merging into one primal song of passion."

( title: A Twisted Symphony of Lust and Dependence )

As they reach the pinnacle of their shared climax, it becomes clear that neither of them will ever be able to forget this moment, bound by the viscous rope of desire that connects them