He set the mug down, pulled me up from the chair, and bent me over the kitchen table, my sensitive, freshly milked breasts pressing against the cool wood. “Ready for round two?” he asked, rubbing his hard cock against my soaked entrance. I pushed back against him eagerly, still panting. “Yes… don’t stop milking me. Ever.” He gripped my hips firmly and thrust forward in one smooth, powerful stroke. His thick cock stretched my dripping pussy wide open, filling me completely. The wet, squelching sound of my arousal echoed obscenely in the kitchen as he bottomed out deep inside me. “Fuck, listen to that sloppy mommy cunt,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “Soaking wet and gripping me so tight already.” I moaned loudly, my fingers clutching the edge of the table as pleasure surged through me. My breasts, still tender and leaking faintly from the intense milking session, squished against the smooth wood. He reached around immediately, his big hands cupping and fondling my heavy t
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