Mrs Milking Time's Expert Handiwork
In the hushed, dimly lit room, Mrs Milking Time takes her time, her hands working with a precision born of years of practice. She starts at the base, her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft, feeling the pulse of his desire. She works her way up, her thumb swirling around his glans, spreading the clear fluid that beads at its tip. She knows just how much pressure to apply, how fast to stroke, how to make him squirm and beg for more. She leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste him, her mouth enveloping him, her head bobbing in time with her hand. She can feel him tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and she knows he's close. She pulls back, her hand continuing its steady rhythm, her eyes locked with his as she brings him to the brink of ecstasy.