With another surge of strength, Mila pins Shelly down beneath her, one hand gripping his hair painfully and the other pressing against his throat. "You will," she growls, her voice rough with arousal and anger. Her breasts heave as she leans down, thrusting one engorged nipple into Shelly's mouth roughly. "Suck, bitch. Suck my milk."

As Shelly begins to suckle eagerly on her nipple, Mila moans in pleasure, thrusting her hips harder against his face. Her other hand slides down between their bodies, rubbing roughly over his swollen length as she continues to milk him with one hand and tease his ass with the other. "That's it... suck my milk," she whispers breathily.