Don't kill me.
I was sitting there looking at the ocean. That's what I always do. But I know that around these times he comes. I could hear his footsteps, he is coming here. I started to call him. I knew he wouldn't understand but I still did it.
The man took a bottle out of his bag and then it happened.
He started to press my nipple and I started to lactate. I moaned and moaned every time he pressed it.
When he had finished milking me he drank my green milk. I then turned my head and looked at the girl next to him. If I could speak I would say he's mine bitch to her.
Don't kill me.