Mag Numb, her body a canvas of tattoos, commands the milking table. She's a master of soft dominance, her hands rough yet tender as she strokes and teases the hard cock before her. She takes it deep, her throat muscles working it, her tongue swirling around the head. She milks it, edging it repeatedly, her eyes locked onto the cock as if daring it to disobey her commands. The table is a mess of spit and pre-cum, a testament to her oral prowess.