The barn lights flickered dimly as the milking rig clamped into place - one set of cups tightening over Dallawanโs swollen nipples ๐, another wrapping firmly around his thick, leaking cock ๐๐ฆ.
Everything pulsed.
His chest - tender, stretched, sensitive ๐.
His cock - twitching, veins bulging, dripping with need ๐คค.
The suction began in sync - soft hums turning into wet, greedy slurps ๐ง.
Milk flowed from both ends - smooth cream from his chest , and thicker, hotter spurts from below .
His body jerked with every pull, helpless and twitching, trapped in the rhythm ๐.
Sweat trickled. Tubes filled. Moans echoed off the hay-covered walls ๐พ.
Dallawan was no longer resisting. He was made for this.
To be emptied. To be milked. To be drained completely ๐ฆ๐.
His smile was lazy, dazed ๐ฅด.
Eyes half-lidded, body twitchingโฆ
Milked dry.
Twice. ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐