Behold – The Milking Table! Glory hole’s brother from another mother. The theory was that Bruce could just relax while I go to town, spending some quality time with my true love (the grapple gun) while he’s off on the other side of that plywood fighting crime or whatever. And it totally worked! Eventually…
You see, one does not simply milk a dick. One must pick a height first. It turns out there’s world of difference between ‘I can barely move around’ 28″ and ‘My neck is about to snap off’ 46″… In the middle lies the sweet spot for me, a 41″ island of piss milking and ball licking bliss. And once I figured out that I could drag a small piece of couch under there, well… it didn’t take long before I was drowning in warm piss, mouth agape and clit pulsating with the power of a thousand suns 🌞
– Morgan xx
