The left n****e is released. Roger presents the right n****e. Lilly pauses to comment.
“Definitely longer cones, Roger. Look how much more n****e I drew from you.”
Roger peers down at the wet left n****e, sucked to the color of crimson. Indeed, a full three quarters of an inch of n****e flesh extends beyond the perimeter of the cone. The sight brings a peculiar smile of satisfaction.
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Advancing the Process
The three inch cones are removed. Then hands lubricated with udder cream extend and slather the pink lengths. Miss Margie expertly massages, drawing up large tufts of breast flesh, kneading then pulling... kneading then pulling... stimulating circulation to the glands.
“Your muscles are atrophying, Roger. In place of masculinity you’re growing some nice plump breast flesh. I ca
