Milking the Cow

Sumire returned and angled the pan she brought under Makoto's tits. Sumire then knelt down and began to tug on Makoto's nipples.

"Moo?" Makoto questioned. Then, "Moo! Moo! MOOOOO!" as the milk began to trickle down.

Ren could tell his girlfriend was orgasming from the milking. As Sumire kept tugging, Makoto's moos got louder and louder, until...

"One. Last. Tug!" Sumire grunted, sending the last of the milk into the pan and causing Makoto to moo in orgasm one last time, before collapsing on the floor, a dreamy look on her face.

"Whaddaya want me to do with this here pan?" Sumire asked.

"Eh, put it in the fridge for Boss," Ren said. He knew Sojiro would appreciate the sentiment.

"Got it," said Sumire.

After she came back upstairs, Ren put everyone into trance and Sumire strip naked.

Ren checked his phone. Only 8:30, eh? The night was still young.

"Okay, here's what's next. Sumire, Futaba, sit on the bed and spread your legs."

The girls obeyed.

"Now, Ann, eat out Futaba, and Haru, eat out Sumire. And Futaba and Sumire, keep their lips against your pussies no matter how much you orgasm."

The two obeyed, Futaba and Sumire placing their hands behind their partner's heads to keep them there, even as they themselves began to tremble and moan.

Ren looked to his girlfriend Makoto, still in a trance. He sat on the chair.

"Makoto, lap dance," he instructed.

Makoto obeyed and began to rubb her ass against Ren's crotch, her hips swaying even as she sat on his lap and shimmied back and forth.

This was the life...