No, more milk

You want more milk, but not for drinking. You sit down, pull your pants off, and give Rose a pat on the ass.

“Would you mind giving me a titjob too?” you ask.

“Of course, sir. With or without fellatio?” she asks, cupping her belly as she drops to her knees.

“Uh… with fellatio?” you say, surprised that she would offer. “And you don’t have to call me ‘sir’. John is fine.”

“Alright, John. One titjob, coming up!” Rose says perkily. Taking a breast in each hand, she squeezes some milk out, liberally coating your erect dick. Properly lubricated, Rose takes your it into her cleavage, the tip poking out like a flag on her tracks of land. Squeezing and sliding her breasts along your length, she tenderly kisses your knob before taking it into her mouth.

“John, you have to try this cake,” Amy says, seeing that you’re not eating. “They’re to die for,” she adds, nudging your cake closer to you.

Distracted by the girl slurping on your knob, you’d forgotten you had a cake. Taking your fork in hand, you try and eat a mouthful, but Rose’s slight motion keeps making you drop it. As you undo her pigtail and run your hand through her silky hair, you gently push her head lower onto your shaft, stopping her motion long enough for you to take a bite. Chocolate and cream combine into a delightfully smooth flavor, some berries adding a hint of tartness.

“This is pretty good,” you say. Rose hums appreciatively (you assume she’s happy that you like the cake) which you can feel as a vibration along your entire dick. You pause to savor the taste, and the sensations, when you feel a light tapping on your leg getting progressively more insistent.

“I know, right? I can’t get enough of this stuff,” Amy says appreciatively, as you realize that you are still holding Rose down. You can feel her gagging, throat constricting harder around your tip.

Whoops you think to yourself as you let go of Rose’s head.

“Glad you're enjoying the cake,” Rose gasps, smiling her thanks as she gets her breath back. “All the ingredients are locally sourced,” she adds, squeezing her breasts meaningfully.

“This cake was made with your milk?” you ask, surprised even as you take another bite.

“John, restaurants would be a lot more expensive if cooks didn’t use their own milk when cooking,” Amy says.

“That’s true,” Rose says, spraying more milk onto your dick. “But this batch of cakes wasn’t entirely mine. I haven’t been producing much milk lately, so we’ve been needing to mix some of the other girls’ milk to get enough.”

“This isn’t much?” you ask incredulously, gesturing at the milky table, coffee and dick.

“Yes. For me it’s not a lot,” Rose says ruefully, continuing with your titjob. You’re still surprised, but quickly forget about it as the squeezing, massaging and licking continues.

You enjoy the rest of your cake and coffee (definitely too much milk) until Rose’s attentions bring you close to climax. Sensing your imminent release, Rose opens her mouth, jacking you off to finish the job. You sigh with pleasure as you cum, milky white semen spraying all over her face, chest and onto her tongue.

“Thank,” you say to Rose, helping her to her feet. “The cake and the titjob were both great.”

“You’re welcome, John,” she replies, thumbing a wad of spunk from her eye and licking it clean nonchalantly. “Come back anytime you want either one.” Taking yours and Amy’s empty dishes (you hadn’t realized that Amy had finished ahead of you), Rose gives you a cum covered smile, before going to the next table over to take their orders.

“Let’s get back to Liz,” Amy says, grabbing her takeout box of cake and waving goodbye to Rose. “Don’t want to leave her too long. Who knows what trouble she’ll get into.”