Today, I’ll be milking a male bull in my living room. He’s a decent-looking stud, and I love how veiny his udders are. You first bend him over nicely on his knees and inspect how clean the genitalia is. I like to feel the sack first and warm it up with my fingers. I squeeze a little, and then I glide my hand down along the shaft. My strokes are tempered, and I use my thumb to plug the exit. It’s. It’s not good milk if it comes out early. I feel the red jelly bean and tickle it sweetly. Now, I flip my male on his back and grind the shaft between my booty crack. This changes the flow of blood and prepares him for the ride. I hold onto his balls and keep squeezing as he feels out the contours of my back. I take a better seat over his face and let him drink some love tube water if he’s thirsty. I work his junk with my palms, which is not too different from kneading dough. But this one loved the back view too much and picked me up upside down! He ate me out while I hung there and watched as his precious white bubbled. I placed it in my mouth and did my best to suckle on it and not spill a drop. His manly, muscled hands laid me down, and his worked-up spear came right for meat petals. He parted me, and I felt his thick girth filling up the void in my belly. This is what I’ve been waiting for! I felt his rod grind against my clit as his beef ran its course in me. I moaned and almost lost my cowgirl hat from the sheer joy. He’s ready for the proper cowgirl ride now. I need every drop of his sweet man juice deep in my little pussy.