Milkshake

The apartment sat in afternoon hush. Vanessa moved through it barefoot, thin white tee barely covering her tits. She reached the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out a chilled glass jug of milk instead of going for the blender. The idea hit her right then—why mix a shake when she could use the milk straight on herself. She set the jug on the counter, tugged her panties down, and leaned back against the island. With her right hand she found the cool metal speculum she’d left out earlier. She slid it between her legs, opened the blades inside her cunt, and the pink walls stretched wide. The chill of the steel made her nipples push hard against the cotton. Vanessa lifted the jug, tilted it slowly. A thin white stream poured straight into the open channel. The milk filled her, overflowed, and began to drip out in thick rivulets that ran down her ass cheeks and pooled on the floor. She rocked her hips, working the speculum deeper, letting every drop escape in messy trails that coated her thighs. The kitchen filled with the soft slap of milk hitting tile and the low, wet sound of her cunt taking more.