Eden Books Milked By Two Men : Daddy’s Cream 17

When Daddy and his friend get me all to themselves in the log-cabin that weekend, they wind up going a little crazy.

It’s so hot to be taken by the both of them, but when the ropes come out and the bondages are around me I find my tits feeling … strange.

Soon they’re shooting milk from them like it’s perfectly normal and I’m left wondering what the hell is happening.  Read how they drain me of my nectar and pull out their cum all over my naughty, gasping face and deep inside my pussy.

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“It’s like I’m your prisoner,” I laughed, oblivious to their intentions.

“What do we do now, George?” Daddy asked, turning to him.

“We usually milk their tits,” George said plainly, and hearing the words come from his mouth was kind of jarring.

“Milk my tits?!” I cried, somewhere between shock and laughter.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Daddy said, and he walked over to the table now.

I tensed and flexed but couldn’t move a muscle.  Instead I froze and stared at him side-on as he approached.

“What are you gonna do to me, Daddy?” I asked.

Suddenly his big hand was on one of my breasts and he was groping it and squeezing it.  I closed my eyes and let out a pleasured sigh, but when they opened again they brought with them a sense of danger and fright that I couldn’t shake.

“What’s happening, Daddy?” I asked, looking down and feeling a strange sensation start to envelop my tits.

“Your Daddy has the magic touch,” George said, and he looked on with just as much wonderment as me.

“For what?” I asked, and my voice trailed off to a shuddering whimper as the sensation grew.

“For milking,” Daddy said calmly, and as he did so I felt something begin to pour through my nipple.

I gasped with surprise and strained to look down, watching the white tank-top become wet at my breasts.

“What’s happening?” I marveled.

“I’ll show you,” Daddy said, and he gripped the top of my tank top and ripped it down powerfully.

I heard a tear and gasped, feeling the cool air on my chest and feeling gravity claim my tits as they spread across my naked chest.

George’s pupils grew fat with desire as he stared at my exposed chest and I tensed my arms to try to cover myself.  It was futile.

Daddy’s hands came again to my tits and he squeezed them both in his big palms, taking in a deep breath and coaxing out another jet of milk from each.

My jaw dropped open and I stared at my nipples, watching the white liquid squirt upwards and drop back down on me.

“Milk?” I gasped.  “It’s real milk?”

“Oh it’s real,” Daddy said.  He squirted some more in the air and caught it on his hand, bringing it to my face and pushing it onto my mouth.

I parted my lips and sucked on his fingers, tasting the sweet cream.

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