Morning milk

She pours the milk straight from the mug and watches it run in white lines over her small tits and flat belly. It puddles at the base of her spine, trickles between her cheeks. She dips two fingers into the mess, coats them, and pushes them up her ass. Slow, deliberate, she works the milk deeper until it starts to leak out again around her knuckles. Each thrust makes another thin stream drip down her thighs. She smiles when the next swallow from the mug is followed by another warm spill from her own hole.