🩵Not at all~

Tell us.

What was the purpose of your birth?

“The back pain returns with my heavy chest”

“Haven’t seen them”

“Bend over and spread those thick thighs of yours… make sure your ‘hidden spike’ is pointing down too. I’m making this quite literal when I say this:

I’m going milk you for all your worth~”

“…Say have you ever been milked by a girl before?~”

Hearing what was inside his head and seeing his eager excitement made her forget whatever complaint she was about to go on a tangent about

Instead her hand firmly press against the cactus’ thick thighs, her breast jiggling more within his view

“I would rather not sleep in a milk soaked bed so help would be greatly appreciated pronto”

“Have you seen how tiny my hands are?”

She’s completely still…and it’s not enough to not prompt them to stop jiggling and sloshing about

“Nope. Full chest tonight…my bed is gonna be soaked in the morning”