Titfucking Milkmaid Maddie.

"Milkmaid Maddie, would you get naked for me?"

"Yes, babe," she says, and without thinking a second longer, she pulls off her shirt. The bra goes next, spilling her fat tits across her belly.

You gasp at the sight of her new chest, and you can't help but sputter out something extremely dumb: "Wow, look at those fucking milkers!"

She glares at you.

"Excuse me? That's kind of objectifying, ya know."

You realize your mistake. You've changed her appearance and made her into a consenting sex partner, but you've done nothing to change her personality, which is as serious and dignified as ever.

"Hold on, I need to text my professor that I'll be late for class," you mumble.

In a rush, you open the app one more time and add a general rule: "Considers her breasts one of her greatest personal assets, and loves when her boyfriend compliments them. Especially loves when he talks about them using vulgar or childish language."

"So, anyway, about your milkers," you say.

"Oh my gwod, yes!" she says. "I'm so glad you like them!"

"Yeah!" you say as she continues to undress. "They're perfectly round, perfectly fat, and I bet they bounce a lot when you run!"

"Oh my gwod, they do!" She pulls down her pants and panties, showing an ass as round as her tits.

You say, "When I look at titties like that, all I can think is how great they'd look with my dick between 'em!"

"Oh, shush," she says.

"Milkmaid Maddie, would you lie on your back on the table?"

Without answering, she hops up, her butt smacking the table when she lands. She lies back, stretching out her arms and legs, clearly enjoying her compliance.

Soon you've discarded your own clothes, and now you're on the table with her, dick looking over her chest.

"Now you're gonna let me titfuck you," you say. "And when I do, I want you to moan as if I were fucking you hard in the pussy. Is that alright?"

"Yes babe—HNNNNNN!" You've already shoved your dick between her tits, her big, fat tits cupped between her hands, and you've begun pumping towards her face. Her head lolls over the edge of the table as you work her down, each thrust bringing out a new, window-shaking moan.

It's not long before these noises have caught the attention of an enraged librarian. You know the guy who works at these hours, and under normal circumstances, he wouldn't hesitate to throw the two of you out of the building and have you both expelled. But these aren't normal circumstances.

"What in the hell is—" you hear him start to say, but as soon as he looks into the room and sees what's happening, your rule kicks in. "Sorry, ma'am," he says, and sheepishly backs off. He didn't even notice you on top of her.

You pump for a few minutes still, Milkmaid Maddie's cries bringing more and more attention to the study room, but every time someone peers in, they hurry away, politely forgetting what they caught her doing—or thought they caught her doing.

You finally cum, and your semen flows down Maddie's neck, onto her face.

"What did you think?" you say.

"I liked it," she says, in a voice as soft and calm as she can muster, although still, as always, too loud.