“Yes,” I gasped, breathless, sweat dripping down my face. “Yes, I want it. I need more. I’m still so empty. Please, Daddy. Please, give me more.”
“You were made for this. Look at this p***y. Look at how tight she grips me. She’s starving. She’s twitching. She’s begging to be bred again.”
I whimpered, back arching. His hand came up to cup my t**s, both of them heavy and sore and leaking, milk beading from my n*****s the second his thumb brushed over them. He groaned. Like every part of him was obsessed with what I’d become under him.
“You’re leaking milk,” he whispered, licking across my chest as his c**k throbbed again. “You’re made to be f****d. Made to be filled. Made to feed my pups and take my seed until you forget your name and all you can do is moan for more.”
“Daddy, please,” I
