Milk Enema

Sheena and Mischa grind their wet bodies together on the floor, grabbing the chilled milk bottles with greedy hands. Muscles ripple in Sheena’s ass as she pushes her face between Mischa’s spread cheeks. Warm milk fills Mischa from the inside until it is almost too much; she squeezes, releasing a sudden jet that splashes hot across Sheena’s tits. Sheena laughs low, scoops a palmful, then tips the stream of milk back the other way and squirts it in, letting it brim until her fingers slide over Mischa’s slick, swollen ring. When Mischa comes, thick arcs blast outward, streaking the lens, Sheena’s belly, the carpet—white everywhere. Sheena presses her lips right against the source, tongue wide open, milk cascading over her chin and down her throat, purring at the taste.