Instagram has really been doing me dirty this year. First, it introduced me to the concept of COVID erotica (exactly what you think it is). Then, I learned about interstellar lizardman romance novels. Now, it's this book, MORNING GLORY MILKING FARM. Which is definitely not what you think it is. Unless it's "I Fucked Ferdinand."
What is the world even coming to when I'm sitting here thinking to myself, "I wish this had been lactation erotica."
I picked this book up because the same people who recommended I MARRIED A LIZARDMAN were touting this book and I actually liked the lizardman book. It was cute. People were saying this book was cute and also really hot. The premise is really weird. The heroine, Violet, is poor and needs a good job. Lucky for her, in this Fantastic Beasts and Where to Touch Them universe, there's minotaurs that needs a-fucking, and who cares if the training videos look like somebody went Rule 34 on Zootopia's ass? There's DENTAL CARE.
What is the world even coming to when the United States's health care is so shit that you might literally seize the bull by the horns just to have someone look at your teeth?
I thought this was going to be one of those sleazy one shots but the author actually put a LOT of effort into the world-building, so we hear all about the different kinds of clients that come to Morning Glory to be milked. One of the clients is the love interest, and Violet quickly becomes his favorite milker. Oh boy. Violet masturbates to the thought of his moose juice and things get spicy. The kind of spicy you get when you allow a Carolina Reaper to ferment in a jug of milk.
Maybe this is just a case of "not my minotaur, not my rodeo" but I'm out. Peace, bitches.
2 out of 5 stars
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