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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
- Daddy’s Raffle Ticket : Suckled Daughters 20
- 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
The Suckled Daughters collection features feisty Daddies feasting on the bounteous breasts of their daughters in good, old-fashioned, lactation fun! Read how naughty the pair can get!
Stories include : ‘Coffee Liqueur,’ ‘Milk Trading,’ ‘More Milk Minister,’ and ‘Daddy’s Raffle Ticket.’
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When they were gone completely Daddy turned to me and put both his hands on my shoulders. “You did amazing tonight, Mariana. I’m so proud of you.”
My lips trembled. I felt myself start to well-up with tears, but instead a burst of milk shot from my nipple and spread across my t-shirt.
“I’m leaking,” I laughed, trying to hold back the tears.
“Yes, you are,” Daddy said, standing back to admire my breasts as the nipple started to show through the wet, white fabric.
“I should change. Do you still have those t-shirts for the staff.”
“I’ll grab one.”
I walked back into the empty kitchen and leaned against one of the brushed-metal tables. The t-shirt stuck to my tits as I lifted it off, but with some effort I managed to relieve myself of it. My tits sat on my chest all wet.
“Here you go,” Daddy said, walking in on me again.
READ MORE“You always seem to catch me at the naughtiest moments,” I smirked.
“I didn’t think you’d take it off yet!”
I held out my hand for the t-shirt and Daddy stared at my wet tits. I knew how good they looked. They were one of the things I liked the most about myself.
“Can you …” Daddy began. “Can you show me how you do that?”
“How I … milk myself?”
He nodded. He was unable to meet my gaze for any stretch of time. His eyes kept wandering down to my milk-soaked tits.
“I just kind of pinch towards the nipple,” I told him.
“Show me.”
Daddy held out a metal bowl. I put the t-shirt down beside me and moved forwards, putting my tits over the bowl.
Daddy swallowed and looked at me. His nostrils flared and his pupils thickened. “Show me,” he said.
I took my breast and he stared down, watching as I pinched off some milk into the bowl. It spattered and sprinkled, firing out from me under a great deal of pressure. It tended to do that when I was aroused.
“That sure is something,” Daddy said. “I can’t quite believe it.”
I did a few more and then a naughty idea struck me. I smirked before I even said it.
“Would you like to try?” I asked Daddy.
His whole face opened up in shock. “Really?” he said. “I can?”
And here I was thinking he was going to politely decline. I started to laugh. I’d never known him more eager.
“Please do,” I said, nodding downwards.
Daddy moved his hand forwards steadily. When he touched my breasts the smirk left me. We were in unchartered territory now.
“Squeeze,” I told him.
Daddy did as commanded. I felt that electric rush hit me. My pussy dampened. A fine jet of milk sprayed out into the metal pan and Daddy let out a breath of shocked laughter.
“I’m doing it,” he said. “Fuck, I’m doing it!”
“Keep going,” I told him. I closed my eyes and swallowed. “Keep going.”
Daddy pinched towards my nipple, squeezing my breast and releasing the pressure within. The milk sprang free, pattering against the metal until it started to pool.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked back at him. “Try it with your mouth,” I dared.
Daddy’s jaw tightened. “Can we do that?”
“I think we’re already doing something we shouldn’t,” I shrugged.
He put the bowl down behind him and then came forwards, moving slowly. He was entranced. Shit, so was I. I couldn’t wait to see his mouth on me.
“Suck them,” I urged. “Suck my tits, Daddy.”
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