MIA

He dips two fingers into the collected milk, coats the length of himself with it, stroking slowly so the liquid shines along every vein. The scent of it—sweet, intimate—fills the space between us.

“Stroke it for me first,” he orders, voice low and clinical even while his eyes burn. “Show Daddy how wet those little hands can get him.”

I reach down, fingers trembling, and wrap them around the thick, milk-slick shaft. He’s so heavy and hot it makes my cunt clench. I stroke him the way he just showed me—slow, tight, twisting over the head so more of my own milk glistens along every ridge. He groans, hips...