The barn lights flickered dimly as the milking rig clamped into place - one set of cups tightening over Dallawanβs swollen nipples π, another wrapping firmly around his thick, leaking cock ππ¦.
Everything pulsed.
His chest - tender, stretched, sensitive π.
His cock - twitching, veins bulging, dripping with need π€€.
The suction began in sync - soft hums turning into wet, greedy slurps π§.
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 π.
Sweat trickled. Tubes filled. Moans echoed off the hay-covered walls πΎ.
Dallawan was no longer resisting. He was made for this.
To be emptied. To be milked. To be drained completely π¦π.
His smile was lazy, dazed π₯΄.
Eyes half-lidded, body twitchingβ¦
Milked dry.
Twice. π¦π¦π