United milking

"Don't be shy, Avelene, come closer," Mistress Coco coyly beckoned her naked captive to the equally naked male spread and strapped down on the table.

"I'm sure you recognize Detective Shaun, your fellow comrade in arms.

We then treated him to a whole night of my unique hospitality.

You two have much in common. Just as you did, your valiant mentor lost all control. He came hard and came repeatedly.

He even cried out your name in passion.

As you can see, his manhood is still trying to come to terms with the intensity of last night.

You'll get your chance to catch up, my associates and I have an abundance of festivities planned for the two of you."

The Mistress sauntered into the milking chamber, casually noting her captive’s sharp breaths as he strained against his wrist and ankle cuffs while the extractor had its way with his intimate but by now well-worn manhood.

“Production has been excellent the past few hours, but I see a slight decrease in volume this past 30 minutes. Getting sore are we?” she noted matter-of-factly, checking the printout from the table beside Shaun while casually swirling a finger around his hardened and sensitive nipple.

“Here’s a little encouragement to bring that lucrative semen production up to mark.”

With that, she turned on the wall-sized TV where Shaun witnessed the merciless milking of Avelene’s breathtaking tits for her equally valuable breastmilk.

“Ooooh…..look how hard your slutty partner is cumming. You two were supposed to take us down, not enrich us further. Rest assured, she’s watching you live as well.”

The live footage, and the realization that his junior had a high-definition view of his own obscene humiliation, certainly did help, as his production went into overdrive and had him begging for mercy within the hour.