The Goat Milker: Jewell Marceau

Jewell’s back. She came for the goat milker again. Nobody else ever took that cup like her, and she owns it now. The pump grabs her nipple, pulls, then squeezes again. She moans every time the pressure drops. They switch the hose to her pussy and the soft mouth clamps on, sucking her lips wide, drawing blood to the surface. She shakes, hips rolling toward the machine, begging it to keep pulling. Next the toy slides in and the motor starts. It hammers her ass, short thrusts that turn long when the stroke lengthens. Every punch drags another wet sound from her. A Hitachi lands on her clit while the dildo keeps working. She comes once, fast. Then the second wave hits, her thighs jump, the goat milker still latched to her breast. She takes the third orgasm screaming, hips bucking, come running down the inside of her thigh. Jewell’s first visit was years ago; the only change now is she wants it harder.