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Okay, so, you wanna know how I ended up here, spilling the tea at this boujee-ass family BBQ while my tits are being used as a juice box? Fucking iconic, honestly. Ooh, easy, that’s fresh! Sorry, my son, Jasper, just bit my nipple. Hard. Like, leave-a-mark hard. Sheesh.

So, yeah. I’m Elara. Was Elara Finch, then Elara Thorne. Now? They just call me "Spent." Like, the party’s over, I’m all used up. The irony is chef’s kiss, because my husband, Marcus—he’s like, 62, silver fox, total GOAT—he says I’m “too old” at 37, even though I look like I could be my own kids’ hot older sister. No cap.

Anyway, I catch him with Lily—sweet, 18-year-old Lily, who my oldest, Jasper, was low-key in love with—and Marcus doesn’t even deny it. He just… took my clothes. All of them. Told me I was obsolete, but my body was still “useful.” Said if I wanted to stay under his roof, I had to earn my keep. And by earn, he meant get pregnant over and over to keep my milk flowing. For everyone.

Aah! Fuck! Sorry, my daughter, Chloe, just twisted my other nipple to get a fresh stream into her glass. “Hurry up, Spent,” she says. She’s 16 and already has main character energy, learning from my… example. Oof.

So, minutes after I’m standing there naked, Jasper and his brother, Finn, they… they just started. No warning. Just slapped me so hard I saw stars, called me Spent, and fucked me right there on the marble floor. It was rough, abusive, and… God, I hated how much my body reacted. Jasper’s cock pounding my pussy, Finn’s down my throat, choking me until I gagged. They’d drink from my tits in between, like I was a fucking hydration station. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm… sorry, just remembering the first time Jasper came inside me. Filled me up. The creampie. That was the moment, bestie. That’s when the addiction started.

Now? I can’t stand a single second without a dick inside me. It’s a literal need. Like, my cunt is leaking right now just talking about it, and I haven’t been fucked in, like, twenty minutes. Pathetic, I know.

My mind broke. But, plot twist, I got my sense of humor back! So now I play these little pranks. Like, last week, Jasper was giving a presentation for his econ class on Zoom, and I crawled under his desk and deep-throated his cock the whole time. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, his voice was shaking! Iconic. Afterward, he dragged me out of frame, slapped me, fucked me senseless, came in my mouth, wiped his dick on my face, and slapped me again. Payback, I guess. Totally worth it.

And I call him ‘motherfucker’ now. It’s our little inside joke. Because, you know… he is. Aah! See? He just heard me say it and slapped me. Point proven.

Lily’s actually kind. She got Marcus to at least let me be part of movie nights, even if I’m just the naked furniture everyone fondles. He even gave me this little apron dress thing for outings, but the ties are always loose so my tits and pussy are still out. It’s a vibe.

Look at them now. Marcus and Lily, holding hands, her pregnant belly sweet and round from love. Mine’s swelling too, but with… well, with whatever Jasper or Finn or one of the guys at the last private party put in me. Just a means to an end. To keep the milk coming.

So that’s the tea. I’m Spent. The household milk cow and cocksleeve. And honestly? I’m not even mad anymore. As long as the next dick is on its way. Mmm, speaking of… I see Jasper coming over. He’s got that look. Guess story time is over.