The farmers wife, still being pumped, moaning and grunting softly now &hellip, I cant give you any milk, I just told its finished she said, slightly i...ritate. Yes you can says the milker, and in the same breath, leans in towards her body, layed down against the table, and reaches beneath her grabbing at her chest. He folds down the cups of her corset and reaches for a tin cup which he sets on the table. Realising what he wants, needing his silence, and in the midst of errupting at her core, the. Jeff cleared his throat. He struggled to keep his knees from shaking. “Well, ah, occasionally. I mean, no. Not really. I mean….” “What exactly do you mean?” She stroked the length of his cock with a loose fist, her hand just skimming over the flesh of his prick shaft. “Do you or don’t you?” “No, not regularly.” Jeff’s eyes flashed back and forth between her eyes and her pussy. She was rubbing her thighs lightly together and undulating her hips, thrusting them forward slightly in a very sexy and. I watched her lips clutch to my cock reluctant to let go as I pulled almost allthe way out. Then they sucked me back as I hammered in. I felt her muscles clenching my cock when I was pushed inside of her. I felt her body tremble again as a wave of pleasure hit her.“Holy fuck that’s good oh yeah. Your cock is rubbing me the right way…Oh god I neededThis…”I kept pumping in and out hard and fast. She trembled and shuttered. She was close. I didn’t want her to get there yet. A little pleasure for. My tongue continued to run around and over the head of his cock. He was moaning quit loudly and I decided what to do next. Now I couldn’t stick my tongue in his dick but I thought I could stick the head of his cock into my mouth. As my lips slid over the head of his cock his moans and movements became more pronounced. With the head of this dick was in my mouth I ran my tongue over and around its’ head.He began pumping his hips up and down more frequently and harder. When he did this his dick.