Ask Mira if she wants you to use your mouth on her instead to finish

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:14 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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You swallow hard, your voice barely cutting through the cacophony of moans and wet flesh slapping flesh that fills the parlor. "Mira... would you rather I use my mouth to finish you?"

Mira's eyes widen, her cow ears twitching forward with surprise. Her cock throbs visibly in your hands, leaking another thick rope of precum that drips onto your trembling fingers. "Lily, you don't have to—"

"I want to," you interrupt, surprising yourself with the firmness in your voice. "You've been so patient with me. And I... I need to learn this anyway, right?"

Behind Mira, Jasmine screams again—a raw, guttural sound that makes your pussy clench involuntarily. "Seven inches—oh fuck, Kara, seven fucking inches in my ass—"

Mira searches your face for a long moment, then nods slowly. "Okay. But we go at your pace. You control everything." She releases your hands and steps back slightly, giving you space. "Start with just the head. Get used to the taste and texture. Don't try to take more than you're comfortable with."

You lean forward on the stool, bringing your face level with her cock. This close, you can see every detail—the mottled pink-white pattern of the skin, the thick veins pulsing with blood, the flared head glistening with clear fluid. The musky scent of her arousal fills your nostrils, unexpectedly appealing.

Your tongue darts out nervously, tasting the bead of precum at her tip.

The flavor explodes across your taste buds—sweet and slightly salty, with an underlying richness that makes your mouth water instantly. It's nothing like you expected. Nothing like the clinical, unpleasant experience you'd imagined.

"Good," Mira breathes above you, her voice strained. "That's so good, Lily. Now just... wrap your lips around the head. Create suction."

You part your lips and take her flared tip into your mouth. The stretch isn't as bad as when she'd fucked your throat this morning—you're in control now, moving at your own pace. Your lips seal around the crown and you create gentle suction, your tongue swirling experimentally around the sensitive ridge.

"Oh fuck," Mira gasps, her hips jerking involuntarily. "Oh fuck, Lily, that feels incredible—"

Across the room, Tasha howls. "I'm cumming—Nora, your ass is milking my cock—my knot's locked so tight—"

Nora's response is a incoherent wail of pleasure.

You feel Mira's cock swell even thicker against your tongue. Her hands come down to cradle your head—not pushing, just resting there gently. "I'm close," she warns breathlessly. "Lily, I'm really close. If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, you need to pull back now—"

You don't pull back.

Instead you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, one hand wrapping around her shaft to stroke the length you can't fit in your mouth. Your other hand cups her heavy balls, feeling them draw up tight against her body.

"Lily—oh god, Lily—"

Her cock pulses once, twice—

Then erupts.