You're instructed to fist Daisy

"Don't be afraid to get your whole hand up there if she's taking too long! Daisy loves a good fisting, don't you girl?" The barista shouts out to you over the noise of the machinery.

"Mmmmmm!" Daisy moans and backs into you slightly.

Your eyes widen as you look up and peer straight into Daisy's faucet of a pussy, noticing how the dewy folds of her labia seem to part as if inviting you to probe further.

"O-okay! Thanks!" You shout back, thanking the green-haired barista for her suggestion.

A small tuft of blonde curls tickle your hand as you gently run it up Daisy's slit, feeling the juices coat your fingers before slowly working them inside. You start with one finger, then two, and before you know it Daisy's pussy opens and swallows your hand up to the wrist.

"MMMMMMMMM!" Daisy pushes against you, forcing your hand deeper as she unloads the first of many orgasms that day. You feel the walls of her pussy grip and spasm around your forearm as her cream is sucked up the clear piping and into the reservoir.

Daisy is putty in and around your hands after that, cumming at least three more times. And those were just the ones that you were counting. You were amazed at the sheer volume of cum she could produce and could continue to produce, clearly the girl's augments didn't just include increased milk production.

"I think that's enough!" The green-haired barista turns down her dial, lowering the volume in the room while signalling you to do the same.

You promptly slide the tube off of Daisy and withdraw your hand from inside her with a wet queef. Daisy groans and slumps onto the bar, exhausted from her milking session.

"Not bad." The green-haired girl eyes the tank levels and hands you a towel before grabbing one of her own. It looks like she accidentally got sprayed with milk at some point as she was practically covered in it. You cannot help but lick your lips as she takes off her apron and dabs at her transparent, soaked blouse.