Hucow Milking Fuck Session -Phone Sex. It’s not the first time I’ve felt like a cow. Not even the hundredth. But tonight, something’s different. Something about the way the rough hands grip my hips, the way the cold metal bar clanks against my udders. They’re leading me down a dark, damp hallway, my hooves clicking against the concrete floor. The smell of hay and manure fills my nostrils, reminding me of home… or what I used to think of as home.
They push me into a small room, and the door closes with a loud click. The only light comes from a single, dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. There’s a strange machine in the center of the room, like something out of a horror movie. It has long, rubbery tubes and metal hooks, all aimed at my chest.
A farmer steps forward, his rough hands gripping my hips. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, his skin calloused from a lifetime of work. “Don’t worry, girl,” he says, his breath hot against my ear. “This won’t hurt a bit.”
His hands move to unfasten my clothes, and I try to resist, but it’s futile. I’m not strong like this, my body weakened from weeks of milking. He pulls my dress off, revealing my bare back and my heavy, sore teats. He chuckles, running a rough hand over them.
“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Now, just relax and let me take care of you.”
He guides me onto the strange machine, my heavy breasts dangling over a metal plate. He straps me in, securing my wrists and ankles, before moving around to stand behind me. His hands are rough and rough as they unbuckle his pants, revealing his throbbing, hard cock.
“You’re going to feel so full,” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. He positions himself at my entrance, guiding his cock towards me. There’s a moment of resistance as he pushes inside, stretching me wider than I thought possible. I gasp, feeling the invasion of my body.
But then he begins to move, thrusting slowly and deeply, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure through me. The machine around me starts to hum, pumping my swollen breasts.
He starts to pick up speed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he takes me roughly. I can feel my body starting to respond, my muscles tensing, and my orgasm building. He leans forward, his chest pressed against my back, his lips at my ear. “That’s it, girl,” he whispers. “Let it out.”
