Addiction
Added 2024-05-25 17:14:01 +0000 UTC
She knew she shouldn't.
She knew it was wrong to let that nice farmboy from down the lane milk her.
She knew her milk was so addictive. So good. So terribly tasty and potent.
She knew she had to stop asking him.
But it felt so good.
So wonderful with his hands on her sensitive teats.
Massaging.
Pumping.
Fondling her while she mooed and moaned and let her sweet cream flow.
But no.
No.
She had to stop.
But...
But maybe just... just one more session.
One more good pumping.
She'd be able to stop then.
Tell him she didn't need his wonderful hands. His knowing hands. His loving, tender, massaging hands.
Yes.
Just... just once more. Then she'd stop.
Just one... m-more... moooooo...
