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“Where does milk come from, Slut?” I asked.
“From cows, Sir.”
“Yes, from their heavy udders,” I said. I pressed the spout of the milk carton to the top of her cleavage and poured some cold milk onto her breasts. It ran down between them and soaked into the front of her dress. I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and yanked the top of her dress down, exposing her proud breasts. The girl trembled in excitement. I poured some milk on top of her head, and she sputtered as it ran down over her face, spraying some milk onto my suit. It didn’t bother me. I was already leaving a sticky smear inside my trousers from my weeping cock as I played with my toy.
Slut reached for my trousers, trying to undo my button, but I slapped her hand away. Grabbing her by her waist, I spun her around and pushed down on her shoulders, doubling her over and forcing her to collapse in a heap on the floor with a push of my body. She lay partly on her side, with her legs bent and drawn up to her chest. Her breasts rested on the messy floor. I reached down and roughly yanked her skirt up around her waist, revealing her fine round ass that I was so pleased with in my former inspection. I hooked my hand under her uppermost thigh and pulled her leg a little higher, affording me access to her plump pussy.
“Please, Sir…” moaned the slut.
“Please what?” I growled as I sat astride her, holding a jar of honey.
“Please…” she moaned again, and I scooped a wad of honey out of the jar with two fingers. I pushed my honey-coated fingers into her mouth, pressing her slippery tongue down, smearing the inside of her cheeks with honey.
“Please please please,” I mocked as I pushed my fingers deeper into her mouth. She sucked on them hungrily, slurping at the sweet honey, and groaned when I took my fingers from her mouth and wiped them clean on the side of her bare tit.
I leaned down and placed my mouth to the straggly hair over her ear and whispered “You’re Steve fuckmeat tonight.”
She