He looked at the headmistress. At Madam Yueying. At the thick woman, the furry bra, the bare pussy, the leaking seed, the collar.
"Do you think you can milk it?" he said.
Her dark eyes, wet, found his face. At the gold-crimson eyes. At the cock, hard, slick with the young woman's blood. At the challenge.
She opened her legs. Her thick thighs, spread. Her pussy, hairy and swollen, the lips puffy and chubby, was displayed. The softness, the mature flesh, the puffy flesh, was different from Bai Lian's tight virginity. The softness, the plushness, the cushion of mature flesh.
"Yes," she whispered. Her raw voice was desperate. Eager. "Yes, I can."
She spread her pussy. Her fingers, the slender digits, pulled the lips apart. The pink interior, glistening, was displayed.
