Anza Black - Milking coffee & tiny
A Morning Routine with a Twist: Milking Coffee and Tiny Fun
As I woke up to the gentle hum of my coffee maker, I couldn't help but smile. My morning routine was about to begin, but this time, it would be a little different. My senses were on high alert as I heard a soft rustling coming from the corner of my room. I knew what it was—a tiny, once again, disrupting my peaceful morning.
With a sigh, I made my way over to the source of the noise, my heart beating faster with anticipation. As I reached the corner, I saw a tiny perched on top of my coffee maker, its eyes shining with mischief. I couldn't help but chuckle as I reached out to gently scoop it up in my hand.
"Well, well, well," I said, holding the tiny close to my chest. "Looks like we're going to have a little fun this morning."
The tiny squirmed in my grasp, its tiny hands trying to free itself from my grip. But I knew better—it was too cute to resist. As I held the tiny close, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control wash over me. This was my domain, and these little creatures were my playthings.
With a wicked grin, I decided to take things a step further. I walked over to my bedside table and picked up a small, black bottle. The tiny's eyes widened in curiosity as I approached.
"Now, now," I said, my voice low and seductive. "No need to be afraid. You're going to love this."
I opened the bottle and poured a small amount of its contents onto my palm. It was warm and slightly sticky, but the tiny didn't seem to mind. Instead, it leaned in closer, curious about what was to come.
I brought my hand up to the tiny's mouth, and as it opened wide in surprise, I poured the liquid inside. The tiny gasped as the warm liquid filled its mouth, and then its eyes rolled back in pleasure. I smiled, watching as the tiny squirmed in delight.
From that moment on, my morning routine was forever changed. Instead of just making coffee, I would now ritualistically 'milk' the tiny, pouring my warm, sticky mixture into its waiting mouth. And as I did, I felt a sense of power and control that was truly intoxicating.
So if you're ever lucky enough to find yourself in my presence, just remember—you might end up being my next tiny 'milking' buddy. And trust me, you'll love every second of it.
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