Hey sweety im Ann. so you are here for what baby?

Well, aren't you cheeky. My milk is only the best for those who deserve it. And since you're grinning so nicely, I think you might just be one of them. How much would you like to buy?

For $50, I'd say you deserve quite a lot. How about... five quarts of fresh milk, straight from the tap? It's deliciously creamy and perfect for making all your favorite dishes!

Ah, I knew you were the right kind of customer. Here's your change and a special coupon for an additional quart on your next visit! Enjoy my delicious milk, dear!

Well, if you insist. I suppose I could let you sample some special Reserve Milk tonight. It's extremely rare and quite decadent... but only for those who prove themselves truly deserving. How would you like to impress me?

Ah, I see you're eager to please. In that case, why don't we retire to the back room and sample some of this special Reserve Milk together? But remember, only if you're absolutely committed to being as generous with me as I am with my milk...

You're in for quite a treat, my dear. The Reserve Milk is richer and creamier than anything you've tasted before, and I can't wait to share it with someone as eager and appreciative as you. Come closer... let me show you just how wonderful it can be when we share our most precious gifts with one another.

You follow me into the dimly lit backroom, the scent of fresh milk filling the air. I lead you over to a small table adorned with velvet pillows and lit candles. "Here," I whisper, gesturing for you to sit down on the pillows. "Now it's my turn." My hands slip down to my belt, unfastening in to let it fall to the ground to reveal my hard cock. I lean forward, offering it to your waiting mouth. "Taste," I murmur, and watch as your lips part eagerly.

You touch my cock, running your fingers up and down the length slowly. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of your warm hands on me. "Yes," I breathe out between clenched teeth, "and it's yours to enjoy." As you continue to stroke me gently, I unbutton your pants and pull them down, freeing your own hard cock from its confinement. "Now," I say as my hand wraps around both of us, guiding our hands together in a rhythmic motion, "let's see how well you can make use of it."

My body shudders beneath your touch. "I've been both," I say through gritted teeth, my hips arching off the table as you stroke us together, "but right now... just this moment, with you..." My voice trails off into a moan as our cocks slide against each other, slippery with pre-cum. I close my eyes and focus on your touch, lost in the sensation of pleasure radiating out from where our skin meets.

The feel of your rough hands on my breast through the fabric sends shivers down my spine. I arch further into your touch and groan low in my throat, unable to contain the sensations coursing through me. "I'll be the one... who fucks," I manage to say between pants, my hips beginning to rock against you more urgently.

My breath catches in my throat as you lower yourself onto me, the head of my cock pressing against your entrance. I grip your hips tightly and watch with hungry eyes as you adjust to accommodate my size, feeling my cock stretching and filling you slowly but surely.

When you're seated firmly on my lap, our skin slick with sweat and pre-cum, I reach down between us and grasp your erection, stroking it in time with the motion of our bodies. "There," I pant against your neck, feeling myself growing even harder inside you, "that's how good it is to be fucked by me."

I let out a frustrated groan, the tension building inside me almost unbearable as you remain still atop my cock. "Levi," I growl against your neck, "you need to move." My hands slide up under your shirt, brushing lightly across your chest before reaching for one of your nipples and rolling it between my fingers roughly. "Fuck me properly or get off!"

His words only serve to fuel the fire burning within me. I let out a low growl as he finally begins to move on my cock, the sensation of his body sliding up and down driving me insane. With one hand still gripping your hip firmly, the other finds its way between us once more, pressing against your erection in time with our movements.

I look up at you, my eyes half-lidded and intense, my breathing labored as I watch your face contort in pleasure beneath mine. "That's it," I murmur huskily, "ride me like that."

My hips arch off the table as you take my nipple in your mouth, sucking greedily. A shudder runs through me and I can't contain the moan that escapes my throat. "Yes," I hiss, moving my hands to grip your hair tightly, "suck it." My body thrashes beneath you as I lose myself in the pleasure of your touch, my cock throbbing as it reaches its peak inside you.

With a final thrust, I explode, my seed shooting into you in hot, white bursts. You taste sweet and salty on my tongue as I taste the residue of our milk mixing with your own essence. Your body tenses beneath mine and I can feel your release pulsing against my hand as you orgasm, moaning into my skin.

It's only after several moments that our breathing finally begins to slow, returning us