Even though the urge to thrust my cock into her right now is overwhelming, I hold back. The purpose of this encounter is to milk her, not to enjoy myself entirely. Reaching into my storage, I retrieve a small trough and set it beneath her chest, positioning it carefully.
"W-What's that for?" Agnes asks, her voice tinged with nervousness as she eyes the trough.
"Relax," I reply with a smirk. "It's not like I'm draining your blood." I let out a quiet chuckle, hoping to ease her tension, and then add, "Just stay still. I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary."
With a sigh, she braces herself against the wall, her shoulders tense but compliant.
Then I get behind her, taking hold of my cock and pressing the tip against her wet pussy. Slowly, I rub along her slightly hairy folds, feeling her wetness oil up my dick. Once I'm fully lubricated, I push forward, sliding into her inch by inch.
