Manfaat Goat Milk

When my husband is away on a business trip, I'm left at home with my brother-in-law. One night, he hands me a glass of milk that's been laced. Then, he violates me…

Meet Zoe Daniels, throat goat, soul snatcher, cock gobbler. Three years ago when she turned 18, Zoe took the firm decision to become an only Fans model. Distraught and refusing to live with her choices, her extremely religious mother throws her out of the home she grew up in. This doesn't stop the soul snatcher. Three years later, Zoe boasts of fifty thousand subscriptions to her channel, and is living the life she had always envisioned for herself. That is until she gets a call from her mother, the same woman who threw her into the street. Things have changed. Her mother, a member of a board in a prestigious company has been accused of fraud and is in jail facing a minimum of thirty years. In the cell, her mother presents the problem to her, she has an appeal case coming up and can only win if she presents evidence that shows that she is innocent. The problem? Zoe has to use her skills as an only Fans model and her beautiful body to sneak the truth out of the five men in the board who conspired against her mother. The very lifestyle her mother condemned is now the only thing that can save her. Their kinks, her weapons, a debt that needs to be paid. Can the throat goat win the race against time and save her mother? P.s: whenever you see an OnlyFans model, account or logo, I want you to think of my story. :⁠-⁠)

On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend invited me onto a cruise ship heading for the open sea. “Quinn, just endure it. The Godfather loves blonde, blue-eyed beauties like you. “Once you please him, all my gambling debts will be wiped clean!" At the auction, I was locked inside a golden cage. The starting bid was $3 million. Just as despair drove me to bite my tongue, the bulletproof glass of the most mysterious private box on the second floor exploded outward. The mafia godfather stepped through the shattered glass. Shards crunched beneath his feet, and smoke curled from the muzzle of his gun. He looked exactly like my ex-boyfriend from five years ago. Back then, he was a bodyguard I had once slapped in public and kicked to the curb like an abandoned dog. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my chin, smiling with an icy menace. "Sophia, you're not getting away this time."

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

I spent five years by Casey Fusco's side, turning him from a beggar in the slums to a mafia Don. On the second day he put on the family ring, his first love came knocking on our door with an ultrasound report. Casey pushed the divorce papers toward me with a sorry look on his face. "She's pregnant. I have to give her the position of Donna." My brethren tried to talk me out of doing something foolish, since I had nearly lost my life while trying to help him climb up the ranks. But contrary to their expectations, all I did was sign the papers calmly without making a fuss. "Congratulations on having your wish come true, Don Fusco."

Chloe is having a bad day that turns into a bad week. She gains more weight, forgets to pick up the milk, bribes an officer, and just can't seem to get caught up. Bad turns to worse when she catches her husband cheating on her, finds herself a murder suspect, and tries to avoid stranger danger.

My husband constantly ignored my pleas in my previous life, giving his salary to his first love despite my objections. After giving birth, I couldn't produce any milk due to prolonged starvation. My son cried desperately from hunger. When I finally managed to buy formula and brought it home, my husband snatched it away to give to his first love. "Vicky's milk supply is low too, and she's a widow. Let's give it to her child first," he insisted. I fought to take it back, but my husband knocked me unconscious. I staggered to look for him when I regained consciousness, only to discover my husband at Victoria Langford's house, putting on diapers for someone else's child. My son had already starved to death then, and out of despair, I followed him in death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the moment I first learned of my pregnancy. This time, I chose to terminate the pregnancy and file for divorce.

On the one thousand and ninety-fourth day of being Mrs. Harris, I asked James Harris for a divorce. His face showed a hint of confusion, but it quickly shifted to his usual, composed expression. "As you wish," he said, his tone as flat as if we were discussing whether to replace the milk on the breakfast table. He did not even bother to ask why. On the one thousand and ninety-fifth day, I gently saw him and the children off, acting as if nothing had happened, and then completely left the Harris family behind.

Sayup-sayup desahan membuat konsentrasi Doni dalam mengerjakan tugas akhir terganggu. Padahal, niatan awal pindah ke apartemen itu agar dia bisa lulus cepat. Doni tidak tahan, keluar kamar mencari ketenangan. Di luar, Doni menemukan berbagai rahasia penghuni lain. Mulai dari mereka yang kesepian, tekanan ekonomi, keluarga sampai masalah sensitif. Awalnya Doni hanya menjadi pendengar, namun pelan-pelan dia nyaman karena ada manfaat kehidupan. Desahan itu perlahan bergeser ke kamarnya, juga berbagai cerita berasal dari sana. Doni menjadi tempat pelarian para perempuan. Namun, dibalik setiap bantuan, ada harga dan hutang emosi yang harus di bawa. Ada beban yang tak kasat mata. Ditambah tekanan dari keluarga yang semakin membuat jenuh. Dimana semakin tinggi dia naik, semakin tenggelam pula dalam kehidupan para perempuan yang mengejar.

In the bedroom, I am being manipulated into various positions. A strange man reaches out toward me and fondles my body roughly with his callused hands. He leans in closer and tells me to relax because it will help release the milk quickly. The man before me is my husband's best friend. He was hired to be my lactation therapist. His hands roam across my waist slowly and pause right at my chest. I can hear him saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to start massaging here." I can't help but shudder before closing my eyes tightly.