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Milking Douglas is both an empowering yet sloppy task. Kneeling on all fours in the kitchen, ice, lubricant, gloved hands and resolve all combine to rid that curious male gland, the prostate, of pre ejaculatory fluid.
The ice numbs, pleasure not to be offered, the lubricant facilitates access, I insist on three fingers well inside an otherwise tight aperture, the gloves protect, left hand grasping the hairless scrotal sac for leverage, right working inward, with resolve as suggested.
Into a waiting bowl the well iced numbed and flaccid p***s, comically shriveled, steadily drools as his neglected system yields drop after drop. Collecting it and having him ingest the slimy goo enhances the aura of control, though having him thank me for his faux excrement is the pinnacle in my mind.
