My Sweet Milky Fountain

Rough milking in front of the window

"Look at yourself, a single woman, how can your breasts be so wet?"

Zack reproached softly, sounding more like teasing. He stood behind her, close yet distant, with only his hands and breath touching her. But Amanda felt like her whole body was being pressed against by him, enveloped in a powerful male hormone.

Amanda couldn't explain why her breasts were engorged, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Mr. Dan..." She stammered, her voice on the verge of tears, her bra soaked as if it had been soaked in breast milk.

Zack's voice was seductive, "Is it uncomfortable for you, hmm?"

Amanda had an illusion that he would kiss her ear and lick her earlobe in the next second.

But he didn't.

Zack seemed to be practicing the highest level of abstinence, not touching any other part of her body.

He simply tore off the front clasp of her bra, and her two breasts stood firm without a tremor.

She was as stiff as a stone.

Although Zack wasn't the first man to see her breasts, a fresh and powerful feeling of embarrassment almost overwhelmed her.

Zack was different from Leo, although they were both men, but Zack represented a higher level of man.

He was the boss, his financial foundation was more solid, he was the king of this little kingdom called the company.

Amanda had a feeling of being favored, and his approval elevated her self-worth.

Amanda was excited.

"Why are these breasts different from others? They're so hard. What are they hiding inside?"

Zack seemed puzzled, but his words were actually seductive. With the hand wearing a sandalwood bead bracelet, he lightly caressed her breast.

Amanda was immediately overwhelmed by a tingling sensation, and the breast milk seemed to be rushing towards her n*****s, as if it could burst through them and spurt out of the window in the next moment.

Although there were no tall buildings outside the window, Amanda was afraid that someone from the low-rise buildings might look up and witness this vulgar scene.

But she was on the verge of losing control and had no spare energy to care about others' feelings.

"Hmm? Answer me?" Zack reminded softly, his breath caressing her cheek like an invisible hand.

Amanda found herself struggling again.

Although Leo had suckled her breasts before, they had hardly ever mentioned the word "breast," and their taboo made them develop a tacit understanding.

But Zack was going for a completely different style.

"Hmm, speak!" Zack's tone carried a warning as his fingertips circled her n*****s, and drops of breast milk oozed out, wetting his fingertips.

"It's...it's breast..." Amanda bit her lip.

"Whose breast?"

"...mine, it's mine."

"Very obedient."

Zack collected two drops of breast milk on his fingertips and suddenly wiped it on her lips.

"Taste the thing you leaked during the meeting. Is it good?"

Amanda could only keep the finger that had intruded into her mouth and lightly suck on it.

But Zack suddenly pulled it out and scolded with a hint of mockery, "If you suck so well, you must have sucked a lot of cocks."

"No..."

Amanda was on the verge of tears.

"What does it taste like?"

"...Very mild, a very mild taste of milk."

Although Amanda had been lactating for some time, who would taste their own breast milk? Just like she wouldn't be curious about the taste of her own p***y.

"Is that so."

Zack suddenly pinched her n****e again, squeezing out little drops of breast milk. The range was too short, and it didn't squirt onto the window, just wetting the wooden floor.

"Then it must not be something good. It should be flushed down the toilet."

Amanda's breasts were tingling and trembling, and a new round of milk collection was brewing.

Zack changed his approach, supporting the two hard flesh from below and suddenly grabbing them firmly.

She couldn't withstand this force, and her hands involuntarily leaning on the window glass.

"Ah!"

Amanda's breasts trembled with excitement, and the last line of defense was broken. Milk spurted out, and the milk ducts opened wide. The messy milk lines converged into a stream, like a needleless syringe being pushed all the way, and the milk sprayed onto the window.

The window was covered in pale white stains, and milk droplets slid down the glass, leaving behind ambiguous traces.

"Look at you, so small and delicate, but your breasts are so big, and there's so much milk."

Zack spoke to himself, but it seemed like he was deliberately provoking her.

His hands were soaked in milk, as if he was rubbing them with oil.

Zack played with her breasts enthusiastically, the milk shooting in all directions, and they drew obscene graffiti on the window together.

The posture of the two by the window seemed like Zack was penetrating her from behind, but apart from his hands, no other parts of his body touched her.

But Amanda felt as if she was really being forcefully penetrated from behind, and her legs were already wet. Although her p***y didn't squirt as energetically as her breasts, her juices were enough to moisten her underwear.

Suddenly, her waist accidentally brushed against something hard, and her whole spine couldn't help but tense up.

When Leo suckled her breasts at noon, he had a tent pitched in his crotch, and Amanda didn't believe that Zack, a man with such aggressiveness, would have no reaction.

Had Zack already envisioned in his mind that he would f**k her from behind in this position and make her beg repeatedly?

Since showing her body to a man, Amanda's desires in this area had become richer and bolder, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be truly f****d by a c**k.

Her p***y secreted more lustful fluids, as if responding to her imagination.

"Ah~" Amanda couldn't help but moan.

"Do I f**k you like that? Why are you moaning so slutty?" Zack suddenly reprimanded, punishing her with even greater strength.

Amanda bit her lower lip, once again feeling embarrassed by her loss of control.

The milk on the window slid onto the floor, flowing between the feet of the two, as if they had both lost control.

Zack's mocking breath slipped into her ear, "Or maybe you want me to f**k you, you little slut?"

Amanda shook her head, tears filling her eyes. She had never imagined that her unpredictable boss would be even more uninhibited in matters of s*x.

Zack shook the almost empty breasts, his fingertips continuously pinching the n*****s, and his hands were completely soaked with breast milk.

"But I want to f**k you."

Alarm bells rang in Amanda's mind, and she blanked out.

"I want to f**k you in your mouth."

Zack sat back in his spacious chair, and sure enough, a tent rose in his crotch. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her between his legs, pressing her shoulders down.

Amanda couldn't resist the strong pressure and fell to her knees between his thighs, her two damp breasts trembling.

Zack held her by the back of her head and pressed her onto his crotch, giving a dominant order, "Do you think I squeezed milk from you for nothing? Lick my c**k and now let me relax too."