Overflowing for the Master: An Spicy Engorged Lactation Master Devotion Erotica

She showed up at my estate gates like a storm begging to break, uncollared and trembling, her body swollen with a need she couldn't name. I saw it instantly - that inner chaos devouring her, the doubt that no rigid schedule or whispered command could fully silence. She needed me to own her completely, to wring out every drop of uncertainty until only devotion remained.

But control is my religion, forged in these fog-wrapped halls where I've broken stronger wills than hers. Her engorged breasts strain against her blouse, leaking promises of sacred tribute that mock my discipline. She kneels, offering milky overflow as worship, her defiance cracking into pleas - fill me, bind me, make me yours. And God help me, I drink deep, fingers slick with her warm spill under the dim lamplight, her gasps echoing my own unraveling.

The collar snaps cool against her throat mid-heave, sealing what society calls profane. Outsiders lurk beyond the gardens, their judgments sharp as thorns, ready to strip her autonomy and torch my legacy. Yet in the fog-veiled paths, she surges under my stare, body betraying her with uncontrollable jets of devotion, pulling secrets from me I swore to bury. Her surrender demands my heart as payment, mirroring cravings I've hidden even from myself.

One slip, and it all crumbles - her hard-won self-respect drowned in scandal, our fragile haven exposed. She fights the ache to spill everything for me, breathy and bold, but I feel the terror of what she truly wants. Will this overflowing queen on her knees claim my soul before the world rips us apart?

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