Milking Time!

‘Fuckkennennhelllll…’

Ian was on all fours on his desk as the terrible twosome went to work behind him.

The feeling of the 18-year-old bimbo sluts dually French kissing his asshole wasn’t half bad. Neither was a brisk, fluid, practised syncopated stroking of two pairs of hands on his immense, engorged schlong.

He let them go to work and relaxed into himself.

Fuckey and Foxxxy had made sure that his knees were just on the edge of the desk, so that his calves and feet were sticking out into the air and it made it possible for the pair of teenage whores to point his monster fuck log directly downwards in a way that avoided the table edge and meant that it was like a thick stalactite.

The sensation of the roving hands on his thick fuck flesh column, one twisting the head and glans, one working and wringing just underneath, while another pair of hands gripped the shaft and pumped, was amazing. The giggling, moans, and sloppy squelches while the teenage vixens tongued his asshole added to the effect, and Ian’s undercarriage was soon visibly caving in and expanding as the ministrations took their effect, along with thick, heavy, soggy sluices of precum that blasted sloppily out of his cock into the wastebin beneath.

Before long that spew of pre-ejaculate was nearly a constant stream, and at the point where Foxy and Fuckey were juggling his monster, throbbing balls between their mouths between their mouths, the effusions he was relinquishing into the wastebasket was like a horse pissing into a bucket.

Still the whores stuck to their task.

‘Fucking bin is filling up!’ Fuckey said to Foxxxy, winking.

Foxxxy looked down at the gelatinous gluey bin, ‘poor Mr White, were you a little backed up sir?’

‘Just a little,’ said Ian, balling his hands as the two sluts continued to milk him like a cow.