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You're right where you belong...
You're right where you belong...
By my kisses on your neck?
My hands stroking your body?
Your crotch?
Your throbbing hardness?
By my kisses on your neck?
My hands stroking your body?
Your crotch?
Your throbbing hardness?
You should quit like the others.
And move in with a pretty cowgirl who's always letting you play with her breasts and chug her milk.
After all, a desk job is no place for a breeding bull...
You should quit like the others.
And move in with a pretty cowgirl who's always letting you play with her breasts and chug her milk.
After all, a desk job is no place for a breeding bull...
Unable to handle the pressure of pretty cowgirls always hanging around them. Ambushing them in the break room. Enticing them to massage and pump huge, sloshing, creamy breasts. Drinking some cream until they're too horny to think or work.
Unable to handle the pressure of pretty cowgirls always hanging around them. Ambushing them in the break room. Enticing them to massage and pump huge, sloshing, creamy breasts. Drinking some cream until they're too horny to think or work.
Keep their tank happy and healthy so she can protect and adore her cute healer.
Snuggle and stroke them.
Because good healers obey.
Always obey.
Good healers obey their busty tanks...
Keep their tank happy and healthy so she can protect and adore her cute healer.
Snuggle and stroke them.
Because good healers obey.
Always obey.
Good healers obey their busty tanks...
Bouncing.
Sparkling.
Flashing and shining...
But you don't need to think, as she loves to remind you. That's the tank's job.
Bouncing.
Sparkling.
Flashing and shining...
But you don't need to think, as she loves to remind you. That's the tank's job.
Your old life?
No.
Of course not.
Not compared to helping the witch. To being her good milker. To drinking her sweet, mind-melting cream every day. Every hour. Drinking until you can't even remember your name.
So relax.
And just...give in.
Your old life?
No.
Of course not.
Not compared to helping the witch. To being her good milker. To drinking her sweet, mind-melting cream every day. Every hour. Drinking until you can't even remember your name.
So relax.
And just...give in.
And the bowl.
And her sensitive, needy teats.
And of course you'll help her tomorrow.
In fact, why not get a job at her bakery?
And the bowl.
And her sensitive, needy teats.
And of course you'll help her tomorrow.
In fact, why not get a job at her bakery?