A gleaming sheen of oil coats Mrs Milking Time's hands as she takes her husband's thick, uncircumcised cock in her grip. She languidly strokes his foreskin, exposing the sensitive glans, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she whispers degrading sweet nothings. The room fills with the symphony of slick skin and heavy breathing, her expert technique pushing him to the edge, only to retreat, prolonging his pleasure-pain until she finally allows him to explode, ropes of cum painting his abdomen.