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A Femdom Milking Story A Tale of Domination, Control, and Unrelenting Release The room was dimly lit, with just enough light to accentuate every subtle curve and hard edge. Soft leather furniture lined the walls, and in the middle stood a steel chair—cold, unyielding, and unmistakably designed for one purpose. He was already naked, kneeling on the floor with his cock aching for release, but he knew better than to touch it without permission. She stepped into the room, towering in her …

Milking Obsession A Night of Femdom Control He knelt on the floor, wrists cuffed behind his back, cock already hard and throbbing as she circled him. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor, every step echoing in the silent room, making his pulse quicken. She had complete control tonight, and the glint in her eyes made it clear that she intended to push him to the edge. "Look at you," she purred, tracing a finger along the length of his stiff dick. His body twitched at the contact, b …