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- Farmer Daddy’s Prize Milk : Suckled Daughters 1
- Holy Cow : Suckled Daughters 2
- Daddy’s Magical Latte : Suckled Daughters 3
- Training My Tits : Suckled Daughters 4
- 21 Or Bust : Suckled Daughters 5
- The Milkiest Showgirl : Suckled Daughters 6
- Clean-Up In The Dairy Aisle : Suckled Daughters 7
- Ice-Cream Fundae : Suckled Daughters 8
- Sin On Splash-Canyon : Suckled Daughters 9
- Sexorcism : Suckled Daughters 10
- Lacto-Park : Suckled Daughters 11
- Daddy’s Secret Milking Rack : Suckled Daughters 12
- Daddy’s Secret Milking Rack 2 : Suckled Daughters 13
- Bound & Satisfied : Suckled Daughters 14
- Daddy Sucked My Tits Before The Show : Suckled Daughters 15
- My Tit-Milk For Free : Suckled Daughters 16
- Coffee Liqueur : Suckled Daughters 17
- Milk Trading : Suckled Daughters 18
- More Milk Minister : Suckled Daughters 19
- Drinking My Nectar : Suckled Daughters 21
- Draining My Milk : Suckled Daughters 22
- My Dripping Tits Gave Me Away : Suckled Daughters 23
- Lacto-Tolerant : Suckled Daughters 24
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 1 to 4
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 5 to 8
- Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 1 to 8
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 9 to 12
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 13 to 16
- Suckled Daughters 12-Pack : Books 1 to 12
- Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 9 to 16
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 17 to 20
- Suckled Daughters 4-Pack : Books 21 to 24
- Suckled Daughters 12-Pack : Books 13 to 24
- Suckled Daughters 8-Pack : Books 17 to 24
- Suckled Daughters 24-Pack : Books 1 to 24
Daddy had always been this quiet, mystical, mage-like figure, but I discovered that day that it wasn’t just for show.
He comes in late to my coffee-shop and is dumbfounded to discover we’d run out of milk for his much-needed latte.
Read as he casts a fantastic spell to extract it from me, stocking my breasts with bounteous unending cream as he takes me.
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“I do know of one way to make it stop,” Daddy said.
“What is it?”
“It’s too risky, Angela. We shouldn’t.”
“What is it, Daddy? I’ll do anything.”
This seemed to please him. “Good, because it’s very … unconventional.”
“I just want it to stop!”
“I read about this in an ancient tome,” Daddy said, affecting a mysterious voice. “It was a legend from the past but the cure was there as plain as day.”
“What? How do I get the milk to stop?”
“The man who recounted the maiden’s story said the only way to cease the flow was to place himself in his lady’s mouth.”
“Place himself in—what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Daddy said.
“What could you possibly place in my mouth?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh,” I gasped. “Oh!”
“I’m afraid that must be it,” Daddy said.
READ MORE“But we can’t do that, can we?”
“Depends,” he shrugged.
“On what?”
“On whether or not you want your tits leaking milk for the rest of your life.”
“I just want it to stop!”
“Then it’s worth a try.”
“Take it out,” I urged. “There’s only one way to know for sure.”
“Okay,” he said reluctantly, “if you really want to try.”
“Please!”
Daddy opened his belt buckle and downed his zipper. I moved out from behind the counter and rushed to him, falling at his feet.
“Give me it!” I begged.
I scramble at his pants and Daddy stumbled back, reaching out to hold a table-top to steady himself.
“I wouldn’t normally do this,” he said, “but you seem desperate.”
“I am! I want it to stop!”
I yanked down his pants and froze. In front of me stood his hard, upright cock, throbbing as his aroused blood beat into it.
“Oh gosh!”
“Don’t back out now, Angela,” he said. “Let’s see if it works.”
“You’re right. We need to try!”
I took a hold of his cock and held it steady. I could feel how stiff he was in my grasp and I could feel too the beat of his pulse.
I licked my lips. “Here goes.”
I threw my lips over him, driving them down the tip and thrusting his cock right into my mouth. Daddy let out a groan of satisfaction but my nipples continued to flow.
The milk spilled down from the nipple and hugged the underside curves of each breast. It flowed down my stomach and to the floor, leaving a puddle of white on the hard wooden floor.
“Is it working?” Daddy asked finally.
I pulled him out and held him. “I don’t think so.”
“Keep trying,” he said. “Maybe there’s a delay!”
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