Mistress Misha Goldy – Milked Like A Cow

On your knees. Don’t pray. Stroke. I don’t want your love, I want your cock drained into my bucket. Your balls are not yours anymore — they’re mine to milk, mine to crush until they pour out every drop of filthy baptism. You’re not a man, you’re my cow, jerking for me like a broken machine. Every spurt you pump out is another blasphemy written in white filth across your body. Heaven has no place for you. Only my altar. Only my voice. Only endless milking