Innocent-looking Kristy May tentatively approaches the mysterious Mylking Table, her heart pounding with curiosity and a touch of nerves. She's heard whispers of its power to extract every drop of pleasure from a girl's body. With a deep breath, she slides her petite frame into the booth, her eyes widening as she sees the gloryhole and the eager cock waiting on the other side. Kristy's small hand wraps around the thick shaft, her inexperience belied by her eagerness to please. She strokes and pumps, feeling the cock throb and grow slick with pre-cum. As she increases her pace, she leans in, her tiny tongue flicking out to taste the tip, her pussy clenching at the salty flavor. With a muffled groan, the cock erupts, coating Kristy's hand and the table with hot, sticky cum. She looks down, surprised and delighted, as she milks the last drops from the spent cock.