Daisy's cock

"Uh, I can milk Daisy's cock if you'd like?" You answer, kind of curious as to what it would be like.

"Really? That would be great! My arms are still tired from the last time that I had to milk her." The green-haired hipster winces and kneads her triceps in remembrance. She hands you one of the larger metal tubes that connect to the pipes running up and through the rafters. "Here, use this on her. The suction speed dial is to your right and make sure you spit in it plenty first to get it nice and lubed up. You got that?"

"Dial on the right. Spit in it first before using." You repeat.

"Good. I'll be up the front tending to the girls tits if you need me." The barista smiles at you, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. You can't help but respond with a chuckle at the crazy situation that you have found yourself in.

It takes you a minute to work your spit into every corner of the rubber inside the giant suction tube, making sure that it is sufficiently lubricated before turning the dial on the panel next to you. The thrum of the rather loud milking machine vibrates through the room and you look down at tubes' rubber lining pulse in and out powerfully in your hand. The green-haired barista gives you a reassuring thumbs up before she applies her own smaller suction tubes onto the girls udders. The two hucows groan in relief as their milk is sucked from each aching breast and up into the clear pipes before pooling in the reservoir.

'Here I go then...' You squat down onto a wooden stool and line up the larger tube under Daisy's cock from between her legs, watching her rump wiggle in delight as you slide the lubricated tube over her bulging glans and up her shaft.

It takes you a minute to get the suction level just right. You could just jam it right up high and let go but you decide to be nice and keep it at a medium level of suction, aiding the device by working it slowly up and down Daisy's shaft. Daisy was now moaning and quivering at your ministrations, clearly enjoying what you were doing.