Servant’s Intimate Encounter With Desi Malik In Full-length Film

I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my moans growing louder. “Please, master,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. The vibrations intensify, traveling through my body and straight to my core. I have to admit there is some disappointment he won’t be playing with me today, but I also did not mind having the day to myself. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my moans growing louder. As the machine continues to pump, I feel myself growing increasingly aroused. It was finally confirmed one day. My breasts swell even more, the nipples hardening under the pressure of the suction cups. Master would come in and collect the milk every day. My master watches intently, his gaze roaming over every inch of my body. He moves his hips forward, pressing his rigid member against my lower stomach. I gasp as the machine begins to work, the sensation unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. I feel a mix of emotions: fear of the unknown, curiosity about what this means, and a twisted sense of excitement at the new level of control he has over