Today, I’m going to milk my cow in the living room. He’s a decent-looking stallion, and I relate to the veins in his udders. First, I bend him nicely over my knees and inspect how clean his genitals are. I like to feel his sack first, warming it up between my fingers. I squeeze a bit and then slide my hand down his shaft. My thrusts are medium, and I use my thumb to block the exit. It’s not good milk if it comes out too quickly. I feel the red jelly beans, and they tickle sweetly. Now I turn my husband on his back and rub my shaft against his ass crack. This changes the blood flow and prepares him for a ride. I hold his balls tightly and continue to squeeze as he feels the contours of my back. If he’s thirsty, I’d rather sit on his face and give him a drink of water. I knead his penis with my palm, which is not much different from kneading dough. But this one pushed too hard from behind and lifted me upside down! He licked me while I admired his precious white relationship. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard, trying not to spill a drop. His manly, relationship hands held me down, his aroused spear pointing straight at the flower of my flesh. As he parted me, I felt his thick girth fill the emptiness in my belly. I had been waiting for this! I felt his cock rubbing against my clit as his meat advanced inside me. I groaned and nearly lost my sexual relationship cap in pleasure. He is now ready for a real sexual relationship, and I need every drop of his sweet pussy juice deep inside my little pussy.
