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Thor moaned and thrust in and out as deeply as the cross-ties and milking table would allow. Even in the grip of her own wanton passions, the Scullery Maid was aware of her responsibilities, so when she felt Thor's cock swelling against her lips she reached out and stilled his hips with a strong hand. "Whoa, boy, whoa," licking she crooned to him, as she withdrew her mouth from his cockhead, licking off the glistening saliva she had left there. "Easy, 69 now," she told him. "We have a long way to go before you're ready for milking, old son!" She looked at the hourglass. Almost halfway gone! She sat in front of him on the table and crooned soothing sounds to him as he slowly calmed down. As indian his cock lost some of the steely hardness of his near-orgasm, a large drop of clear pre-cum appeared at the tip, and the Scullery Maid quickly reached for the collection cup, trailing the clear tubing that connected it to the Milking pump. She placed the cup under the tip of Thor's cock and squeezed the shaft firmly. The drop at the tip of Thor's cock fell into the cup, followed by a long string of pre-cum that she expertly milked out of his cock. The pump hummed and the fluid whisked up the tubing and ran into the sterile bottle that hung where the tubing was attached to the Milking pump. "Good boy, ohhh, you're a good boy," she encouraged Thor, and shook the end of his cock to dislodge the last drop of pre-cum. Carefully replacing the collection cup near to hand, the Scullery Maid reached her arms around Thor's torso and hugged him close, her head against his chest and her lips pressed passively against his nipple. She knew he needed a minute or two to recover his control, and she put the hourglass on its side as his breathing slowed. When she saw that Thor was not on the edge any more, the Scullery Maid lay back on the milking table and spread her legs, displaying herself to Thor, whose eyes drank in the sight of her swollen pussy lips. She slid across the table to him and put one leg on each side of his hips, and pulling his buttocks with her ankles, drew him in until his thighs were pressed against the table's edge. Raising her hips, she allowed the tip of his slightly drooping penis to touch the wetness there. She felt a tremor go through his body and felt the pressure increase as his cock once again filled as hardened, increasing its length enough to just penetrate her. She clicked her tongue at him and he began a slight rocking motion pussy that she matched, so his cock began to slide in and out of her by as much as an inch or two, over and over. She reached over and turned the hourglass upright, and the sand began to flow as she carefully controlled his excitement with the pressure of her feet on his hips and the angle of her torso. When she was sure he was safely in a rhythm that would not push him over the edge, she reached down and began to play with her clit as his cock head rubbed back and forth over her G-spot. Her breath began to hiss in and out and she soon trembled all over as the first of many orgasmic spasms clutched at Thor's churning penis… After a long while she felt that he was again reaching the point maid of no return, and so she reluctantly pulled back out of reach. She nodded yes. “Good evening, this is the Governor’s office, how may I help you?” I get from the lady on the other end of the phone call. “Oh baby girl, that’s it! My futa-dick throbbed in her as I plowed into her so hard, so fast. When Mom arrived I saw she was crying. When we got outside, Jane gently grasped my hand so that we were walking to the golf cart hand in hand. “Black cock feel good?” the man muttered and Penny could only nod in reply. Tom said, clearly very nervous. Donna Marie had largish B cup breasts, which stood indian high maid and proud on her chest without the aid of a brassiere, a narrow waist with a flat, toned stomach, nicely flared hips, perfect butt, and mesmerizing legs to hold it all up. She gasped and moaned, her pleasure bursting out of her as wordless gasps. “To get to know each other?” I asked, grinning at them. You were stone cold out when Alex carried you to 69 bed.” She stroked across my pink ring to brush my nipple. “Of course, if I can I will be happy to help you.” Coming down a few minutes later with licking the underwear in her hand she looked at me. “What do you think I am going to pussy do with these?” She asked. “You guys were just never upstairs to see that. He tilted his head and grinned, "You've got that right." It looked like you and your friends had fun.” I don't want to give in, but I really want him to finish it. What girl at eighteen is still a virgin?” Lucilla pulled me close, not lustily, but lovingly. “Ah yes, Mr. Farquhar-Smythe, I’ve got you. Hard. "Oh, you'll see." I'll explain later," I tell her. They both said hell yes..