Behind the Scenes of group milking: A Revealing Story

Naked under the full moon in group milking, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “group milking” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “group milking… group milking… harder group milking!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “group milking” trails.