Breast Milk Masochism

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Each step she took towards the club brought her closer to sweet release, and it was hard to keep herself from pushing through the crowd, sprinting down towards the alleyway she was headed for. In her pocket, her trembling fingers tightly gripped the small brass key she’d been sent. Hot wetness trickled down her bare inner thighs, and she wondered what would await her. Really, she had no idea. The note had been vague, only letting her know that her wish to have her tits abused would be fulfilled, and not to worry about any mess she might make with her milk. It had made no demands as to how she…
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