My Sweet Milky Fountain

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Amanda still had her chest open, with the air conditioning blowing, and her skin soaked in milk was slightly chilly.

She couldn't help but shiver.

However, the cold couldn't compare to Zack's voice.

"Why are you still standing there? Haven't you served a man before?"

Not to mention serving, Amanda hadn't even seen a man's p***s in person, only in adult videos.

Zack grabbed the back of her head and pressed it against his bulging crotch. The object underneath seemed to want to break free from its zipper confinement and come out to get some air.

Amanda didn't dare to lift her head, and clumsily pulled down the zipper of his pants.

The p***s wrapped in underwear immediately stuck out, and it was even more erect than what she saw earlier.

Amanda thought that men's underwear was the same as women's, with a whole piece of fabric in the crotch without an opening. She just realized that there was a seam there.

She slightly opened it, and the impatient p***s popped up, sticking out about half of its length.

Amanda was stunned.

The glans looked like a dark red mushroom, and the shaft, wrapped in veins, was as thick as an eggplant.

It seemed to feel her gaze and nodded involuntarily.

Amanda's heart started pounding faster, even more panicked than when Zack helped her squeeze out the first drop of milk.

Embarrassment, nervousness, and an indescribable excitement.

Zack sneered coldly, "Haven't seen a big d**k before?"

Amanda had seen some East Asian adult videos, where many male actors had unattractive looks, and their p*****s were small. Some, even if they had good looks, perhaps worried that a small p***s would lower the visual effect, made softcore videos where you couldn't see the actual s*x scenes.

Zack's was indeed much bigger than what she had seen in East Asian films. She couldn't imagine the feeling of it thrashing around in her mouth.

Amanda buried her head even lower, like taking off a skirt from top to bottom, using the opening of her underwear like a collar to slowly pull it down until the boss's two testicles and a ring of curly pubic hair were exposed.

She carefully avoided touching the p***s itself but couldn't avoid the trembling of the p***s.

It seemed to grow stronger with each movement.

When she mustered the courage and lightly grasped it, the p***s swelled a little more in her palm.

It was a subtle texture, like holding a corn cob, the surface not smooth but with raised areas.

Zack seems to have good hygiene, as his p***s had no odor.

Amanda mentally prepared herself for the final step. She opened her mouth and gently took in his glans.

Zack's body trembled, making a moaning sound that was low and suppressed.

Amanda wondered if she was hallucinating.

How could the cold and ruthless boss reveal such a side of losing control with a female subordinate?

With the glans in her mouth, it immediately stimulated a lot of saliva, like swallowing melted ice cream.

Once this comparison appeared, Amanda instinctively knew what to do. She extended her tongue to lick the delicate glans and the neat ridges of the p***s, just like licking ice cream.

The tip of her tongue fit perfectly in that groove, and she licked all the way around.

"Ah~"

This time, Zack let out a clear moan, somewhat comforting her frustration. If she could please the boss, it proved her own worth.

Saliva overflowed from the corners of her mouth, forming a shiny silver thread on her chin.

Amanda recalled the essence she learned from the adult videos, and used saliva to lubricate the p***s, moving it up and down.

His two balls had already gathered into a solid mass, and she playfully rolled them, like playing with a stress ball.

Zack gradually adjusted to the stimulation, sticking his fingers into her hair and leisurely caressing it.

"You see, you're pretending to be innocent. You're not bad at all, right?"

Amanda felt wronged. Indeed, the boss was not as considerate as her colleagues. Being in a high position only led to oppression.

Zack seemed dissatisfied with her lack of response and suddenly thrust his hips into her mouth a few times. Amanda made a choking moan and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zack smiled in satisfaction and slowed down again, allowing her to serve him.

Amanda could only rely on memories of the videos to ease her mood.

Those impactful scenes of s****l intercourse flashed before her eyes. At first, the naked men and women were blurry, but gradually they became clearer.

It was her and him.

Amanda imagined herself and the boss stripping naked right in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the boss f*****g her with her juices flowing, and milk splashing everywhere.

Her thighs responded to her erotic thoughts, her passage becoming wet, and a small bubble of juices formed, making her underwear sticky and translucent.

Her other hand happened to hang by her side, and she couldn't help but touch her sensitive spot.

Pleasure spread from that point, tingling her entire groin area. She could barely kneel, and she wanted to sit down, open her legs wide, and let the boss touch her too.

Yes, she even fantasized about the boss giving her a handjob.

Since he could squeeze her wet n*****s, it shouldn't be a problem to touch her wet p***y too.

But as soon as she thought of Zack's proud and indifferent appearance...

"Where are you putting your hand?"

Zack suddenly spoke, startling her.

Amanda immediately retracted her "criminal hand" and used both hands to stroke his p***s.

Zack sneered, "Is your p***y itching? Can't stand being lonely?"

Amanda could only deeply take his p***s into her mouth, distracting his attention.

"Answer me."

However, Zack insisted on an answer.

Amanda shook her head, inadvertently shaking his p***s along with it.

Zack let out a breath, feeling pleasure, and temporarily let her go.

But the boss was always picky.

Not long after, Zack expressed dissatisfaction again, "Why do I keep looking at the back of your head? Lift it up and look at me."

He lightly pulled her hair, raising her gaze.

Amanda looked at him with clear eyes, her lips reddened from being f****d, constantly swallowing his p***s.

Her breasts were exposed, and the two milk-filled breasts presented a tempting curve, swaying erotically.

Zack looked down at this scene from a high vantage point, pleasure occupying his entire head.

He couldn't help but hold her head with both hands, thrusting his hips continuously, thrusting into her mouth and throat.

Amanda's choking sounds became more frequent, and she spat out more saliva. Her consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Before she passed out, she heard a low roar from the man's mouth, and a warm stream of semen shot into her mouth.

Zack released her head in satisfaction, but his still hard p***s was still in Amanda's mouth.

Amanda was exhausted and couldn't help but lift her head away from his crotch, falling to sit on the ground.

The p***s was like a stopper, when pulled out from her mouth, it even brought out a pool of white turbidity.

Several thick embroidered white flowers spread on the dark pants.

Amanda suddenly became alert.

It's over, it's over, the boss is going to scold her again.

Or maybe he'll make her clean his pants or even compensate him with a new pair.

Zack furrowed his brows, looked down at her, and said something unexpected.

"Is your p***y still itching?"

Amanda stared at the floor in panic.

Zack lowly threatened, "If you don't look at me when speaking to me again, I'll f**k you again."

Amanda panicked, raised her head with teary eyes, and continued to shake her head.

Zack's p***s was still dangling in his pants, and he didn't bother to put it back. His posture was lascivious and unrestrained.

He bent over, elbows on his knees, supporting her chin, and manually closed her mouth.

With the same cold and commanding tone, he said, "Swallow it."

Amanda's eyes stung, but she reluctantly swallowed it, fortunately, her mouth was numb, so she couldn't taste anything.

Zack let go, his tone unchanged, "Go to the lounge next door and change into a new set of clothes. Report to me every afternoon from now on."