Of Course

"OHHHH MYYYYY FUCKKKKKINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG GAWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

By the time Sam blew his load, Daisy "the milker" had lost her fucking mind. She started cumming the moment he did, but the wave of pleasure she felt continued surge for minutes. Even as he lost his rhythm and devolved into random twitchy strokes, she bucked her hips up, fucking herself with his body.

Eventually, once they had tuckered themselves out. Sam let himself fall and rest his head on her ample busom. After a moment or two, he rolled off onto the floor next to her, and the two of them just lay there for awhile, catching their breath. Eventually, she turned to say something to him, but found that Sam had fallen asleep.

"It's to be expected," Dr. Poppinpuus said. She was out of breath herself, not from masturbating — though she had been very tempted. Dr. Poppinpuus had been taking copious notes throughout the session, and seemed to still have more to get down even after they were done. When she looked up, her hair was askew and she seemed... rattled. You'd think she was the one who just got fucked to high heaven.

"Whew," the milker said, turning the other way to the doctor. "Well that was... When did you say his first day was, Doctor?"

"Ahhhhh... Today," Dr. Poppinpuus said. "Yes he's received no training and minimal chemical stimulation. So now you can see why I called for you. He is quite the specimen. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Ya," Daisy said. "I almost feel bad. He could make a lot of ladies here very happy."

"Yes, well," the doctor replied, mildly irritated, "we do what we must. I suppose we should start the post-coital examination. It will be easier while he's asleep."