Investigative Reporting
Added 2024-08-30 15:48:43 +0000 UTC
He finally knew just how the Moofia took over every bar in the city.
He finally found out why the police hadn't shut them down.
And all it took was tricking a moofia mobster into talking.
Sitting down with her for a drink.
A very special drink.
A drink that she made just for nosy reporters thinking they were so clever they could scam a poor, innocent milky maid into spilling her secrets.
A drink that made him so thirsty. Thirsty for her. For her big, sloshing tits. So drunk on her wonderful milk he wouldn't dream of telling the world what holstaur beer was made of.
A drink that he couldn't help but guzzle right from the tap as she sat in his lap.
Cooing.
Petting his hair as he sucked.
Telling him how much happier he'll be as a waiter for the bar. Much happier than being a nosy newsman. Because the only thing he should be investigating was her breasts.
Learning all about them.
Especially how productive they were.
Like a good boy should.
