Keep It Coming

"This machine is just so cool," Diane gushed as she sprayed more baby oil on her husband's cock and the sleeve of the auto-milker. "Don't you think so honey?"

She leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "From now on we're going to be draining your balls non-stop for hours and hours!" she exclaimed excitedly. "All day, if we want."

The poor man could not reply. He was in sensual over-load. As soon as he had given up his sperm for her, the machine would start the process all over again. Diane was like a child with a new toy, varying the speed, watching her husband's reactions. She had total control over his cock and balls. Total. No worries about her own arm growing tired. No questioning if she was squeezing too tightly or not tightly enough. Automation was the way to go.

"Aw . . . Aw . . . ARRrrgh!" he threw his head back and cried out as he exploded inside the sleeve. His body twitched and his hips bucked as he pumped out wad after wad of nut-cream. His wife leaned in again, covering his mouth with hers as he climaxed.

Feverishly he kissed her back. His tongue probed deeply into her warm, wet mouth as he came like an erupting volcano.