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The barn lights flickered dimly as the milking rig clamped into place - one set of cups tightening over Dallawan’s swollen nipples 💗, another wrapping firmly around his thick, leaking cock 🍆💦.

Everything pulsed.His chest - tender, stretched, sensitive 💓.His cock - twitching, veins bulging, dripping with need 🤤.

The suction began in sync - soft hums turning into wet, greedy slurps 💧.Milk flowed from both ends - smooth cream from his chest , and thicker, hotter spurts from below .

His body jerked with every pull, helpless and twitching, trapped in the rhythm 🌀.Sweat trickled. Tubes filled. Moans echoed off the hay-covered walls 🌾.

Dallawan was no longer resisting. He was made for this.To be emptied. To be milked. To be drained completely 💦💗.

His smile was lazy, dazed 🥴.Eyes half-lidded, body twitching…Milked dry.Twice. 💦💦🐂

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