Roast Lord's Unstoppable Lactation
In the dimly lit room, Roast Lord, the master of his domain, finds his body betraying him. His milk, in an endless stream, flows from his nipples, a constant reminder of his unique condition. He sets up his camera, the red light blinking, a silent witness to his private ritual. He leans back, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. The sight of his milk, the scent of his arousal, it's all too much. He strokes faster, his breath coming in short gasps. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the wet slap of his hand against his flesh, the drip, drip, drip of milk onto the floor. He's close, so close, his body tensing, his cock throbbing. And then, with a final moan, he finds his release, his milk mingling with his semen on the floor.