Kneeling And Milked By Two Hard Men: An Explicit MFM Lactation Submission Romance

I have always glanced down to hide how much I need to yield, because the fear of being left alone has kept my secret buried deep. Yet the fullness in my breasts and the orders Ulysses gives without raising his voice make me ache to kneel and offer everything to him and the other man, letting them draw out what my body has been holding while the legal claim to the estate hangs between us.

When my blouse catches and tears in the dusty attic, neither man pretends this is still about the estate. He does not ask twice, and I do not step back.

I know there is no going back from this shared milking, even if his distrust still cuts as deep as his need to possess me.