Under the table.

"Melissa? Melissa?" you call out, looking around the kitchen. You start to stand, but a pair of hands appear from under the table and pull you back down.

"Oh no, you don't." Melissa's voice says, a little muffled. Her nimble fingers make short work of your zipper and fish out your cock. "Momma wants some fresh milk."

"What are you talking abou-" you managed to get out before you feel Melissa stuff as much of your semi-hard cock into her mouth. She managed to get about halfway down before her gag reflex makes her stop. Breathing loudly through her nose, she forces herself forwards another half an inch before she has to come up for air. She hisses loudly, drools all over your cock and starts stroking you with her hands.

"I just wanted to thank you," Melissa coughs, rubbing her thumb against your tip softly. "For having dinner with me, the wine, the company, the mind-blowing sex, and you staying the night instead of leaving me alone." You feel her hot breath on your cock and she licks your shaft softly. "And while I really do appreciate you pulling out, I really want your cum inside me. So do me another favor and let me know when you're going to cum, alright?"

You're only half paying attention to her as you scan the room. This has Djal written all over it. "The only thing I'm doing is keeping you in that chair!" He shouts at you from the sitting room. His shouting turns to laughter as you hear a gunshot go off from the TV. "Hahaha! This talking rabbit has tricked the hunter into shooting the duck's bill to the back of it's head! Duck bills don't work like that! Ahahaha!"

An annoyed growl comes out of your throat. Unfortunately, Melissa mistook that for a grunt of confirmation and is now trying her best to swallow your cock. She knows exactly what she's doing, as she alternates between deepthroating you and holding your cockhead in her mouth, licking and rolling her tongue around it while jerking you off with her hands.

You don't last long against such a skilled blowjob.