Your fly is pulled down

Without warning you feel your fly unzip and feel a hand delicately fish into your underwear and pull out your cock. You jump, looking down to see the female hucow holding your cock, a gleam of mischief in her eye. The barista is out of sight and you make no movement to stop her as the hucow licks and slobbers all over your already semi-hard cock, coaxing it to full mast. Daisy also pays you no mind as she is already lost in the throws in her own pleasure.

You sigh at the feeling of the hucows tongue around you and brace yourself by winding your hand around the piping in front. You feel the milk rush around your forearm as you're teased, licked and nibbled to the brink repeatedly.

Daisy must have cum at least three times in the time it takes you to work up your first. The naughty hucow currently lapping at your balls pushes you over the edge by pulling off one of the suction tubes from her udders before attaching it to the head of your cock and pumping you repeatedly with it.

'Oh, f-fuuck!' You bite your hand as your cum is sucked from your shaft and mixed in with the milk in the reservoir. It feels like the machine is trying to draw out your very soul.

"Everything okay over there?" You hear the barista's voice call out over the noise of the machine. The female hucow looks up at you like the cat who caught the canary, smiling smugly, saliva running down her chin.

"Y-yep!" You stutter, hastily pulling your cock out of the rubber tube and stuff it back in your shorts. "All done here, I think!"

"Me too!" The barista shouts causing you to both turn down your respective milking dials and face up.

"Not bad." The green-haired girl overlooks your bright red face and eyes the tank levels while wiping off the clear juices that seem to run all the way up her arm to her elbow with a towel.

'Did she...?' You begin to wonder before you are interrupted.