Milkmaid

A fragrant aroma of milk wafted into my nostrils, and I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, warming me. I stretched my legs, sat up in bed, and grabbed the clothes covering me.

The first thing I did after getting out of bed was open the window, where a cup of hot milk was already placed. I picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. To be honest, freshly squeezed milk doesn't taste very good and has a slightly musty smell, but I love its freshness, which is why I have the workers prepare a cup for me every day.

After finishing the milk, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Only after I was done did I go out to eat.

I'm a factory manager; I own a dairy farm and a dairy processing plant, mainly producing milk powder and cheese. I remember the conditions were terrible at the beginning. Later, through the efforts of myself and a group of workers, our milk powder and cheese gained a certain reputation. However, a substandard milk powder scandal ruined my business.

I like money, but I never thought of producing counterfeit goods. Business continued to decline until we merged with a large company; in fact, we were acquired. I'm still the factory manager, but I rarely do anything personally anymore. I just handle some workers' matters. Now we only focus on production; sales are the head office's responsibility, so I have a lot of free time.

After eating a little something, I went to the milk collection area. This is where the company has the most women; most of the men are in the breeding farms. Everyone's willing to touch human breast milk, but milking cows is a different story. So there are about a dozen female workers here who work from 5 a.m. to 4 p.m. every day, and rest at night—actually, it's not for the people to rest, but for the cows.

Speaking of which, the company I work for now isn't small; it's huge, powerful, and ranks among the top in the country. The milk extraction process should have been done by machines long ago, but the company manager, wanting to solve the problem of surplus labor, only installed automated equipment in a few branch factories; here, it's still done by hand.

Actually, the local government and our general manager had agreed that the government would give the company a certain amount of compensation for each person employed. As a result, each workshop has a dozen or so workers. Everyone has a job, but the milk produced this way is unhygienic. Who knows, one day someone might get sick from drinking the milk?

As soon as I entered the milk collection area, I was greeted by a fragrant aroma. Several women in uniforms and masks were busy at work, their laughter and chatter still evident despite the masks. They all greeted me when I entered.

"Hehe, everyone's busy, don't mind me," I said, finding it a pleasure to watch the women's skilled milking movements. Watching their hands gently knead those large breasts, I couldn't help but have some fantasies. Even though those breasts were cow's.

Just then, the supervisor of the workshop came over. "Factory manager, I have something to tell you, could you come out for a moment?"

"What is it?" I asked, but followed her out anyway.

Once outside the workshop, she looked around to make sure no one was watching, then whispered, "Some workers say this workshop is haunted at night!"

"What?" I almost laughed. What era are we living in? Why would anyone still talk about ghosts?

"That's right. These past few nights, people have heard someone crying inside the workshop, and there are some strange noises too," she said mysteriously.

"Okay, give me the key, I'll come check it out tonight. Don't tell anyone else beforehand, otherwise it'll have a bad influence on everyone," I said.

"Okay. I'm going back to work now," she said, turning and walking back into the workshop.

Although I don't really believe in ghosts, most of the employees here are from rural areas, and they're very superstitious. I wandered around a few more times before reporting the situation to the general manager. Time flew by without me realizing it, and it wasn't until dinner time that I remembered I still needed to go to the workshop to find out the truth about that "ghost." I grabbed my key and headed to the workshop.

The workshop was dimly lit at night, just the indicator lights from the machines. The air was still thick with the aroma of milk. I found a spot to sit and waited.

The workshop was large; otherwise, how could it house over a dozen cows? There were one or two other dairy cows kept there. Because there were more cows now, the barn was still being expanded, so there were often a few cows there. After sitting for a while, I heard footsteps. The workshop had two doors, one for people and one for cows; I had locked the door for people. The footsteps stopped after a few sounds.

I waited a while, then slowly moved towards the direction of the sound. Just as I was groping my way forward, another sound came—a painful groan, sounding like the howling of ghosts.

"Who's there?" I yelled, rushing forward and turning on my flashlight.

"Ah..." a woman's voice rang out.

In the flashlight's beam, I saw a spotted cow, its eyes wide open, staring at me. I stared back at it. Looking down, I saw the main figure. Beneath the cow was a person—a woman, a naked woman, a naked woman staring at me, a naked woman staring at me. She lay beneath the cow, legs spread, her left hand grasping the cow's teat and pressing it against her genitals.

I recognized this woman; she was a worker in the workshop named Li Chunxiao, of mixed race. Her mother was from Russia. I remember the first time I heard her name, I heard the words: "You play the flute." She was from a nearby town, thirty-five years old this year, and usually gave the impression of being honest.

She was quite plump, with a slightly round face and short hair casually tied back. She was one of the few women in the factory who caught my attention, mainly because of her enormous breasts, like a cow's udder.

This was a dairy farm, and everywhere you looked you could see cows with ridiculously large udders and unusually long teats, but there were a few women whose breasts were no less impressive than those cows'. Li Chunxiao was one of them. Because I noticed her, I occasionally inquired about her. She was now divorced because her husband had robbed and murdered someone, and she lived alone with her parents.

"Chunxiao..." I was startled, almost dropping my flashlight.

"Factory Manager... I... I..." She didn't know what to say, and immediately crawled out from under the cow and stood up straight. My flashlight involuntarily shone on her breasts.

They were truly a pair of large breasts, too big and a little saggy, but that only made them more arousing. Her cleavage was deep; I wondered what it would feel like to insert a penis into it. Her breasts protruded slightly to the sides, and her nipples were large and dark, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white breasts.

"Chunxiao, you've been a long-time employee at the factory. Is there anything you can report to me? What... what is this?" I said, shining the flashlight on her a few times.

"Factory Manager... I... I... Please don't tell anyone else, otherwise I can't work here anymore," she said, her voice trembling with tears.

I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders, then took the opportunity to touch her breast.

My hand immediately went numb as if I'd been electrocuted; those breasts were really strong.

"You... this isn't your first time, is it?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded.

I pulled over two milking chairs, and we sat down. I really didn't expect this woman to masturbate with a cow's nipples; she might have been trampled to death by the cow if she wasn't careful.

"Factory Manager, I... I want to continue working here, so... so please don't tell anyone else, okay?" she said, grabbing my hand and pressing it against her breast. This was clearly tempting me to do something wrong.

"Okay...okay...don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Only after saying that did I realize I hadn't even thought about it. Of course, my hand remained glued to her breast for a while. Since things had come to this point, I decided to put aside all thoughts for now.

She smiled, then took the flashlight from my hand and pressed my hand, which was holding the flashlight, against her other breast.

I bit my tongue hard, a sharp pain shooting through my brain. This wasn't a dream.

The flashlight beam shone on her. Although it was cold outside, the air conditioning was on to maintain a comfortable environment for the cow, and the temperature was around twenty degrees Celsius. Even so, she still got goosebumps.

I was kneading her breasts with both hands, and it felt really good. After playing for a while, I realized there were still many other parts of her body I could play with, and I wasn't just exercising my hands. I let go and squatted down, pressing my face between her breasts, breathing in the scent of her milk mixed with her body odor.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, gently swaying her body from side to side like soothing a child.

"Yours are really big, are they natural?" I said, then took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently played with it with my tongue.

"Mmm..." Her voice trembled a little. I hadn't expected her breasts to be so sensitive. "I... my mom's are big too."

I didn't say anything more. It was genetic. I had seen those foreign women on TV; their breasts couldn't be described as just "full," they were practically enormous.

Her legs were slightly parted, and my right hand slowly moved from her breasts to her vulva. Because of the masturbation, she was already very wet there. I touched it and smelled it. Even there, it smelled like milk.

Her nipples, constantly teased by my tongue, were fully aroused, even the small bumps on her areolas were hard. My right middle finger gently stirred inside her vagina while my thumb pinched her clitoris.

"Mmm... harder... harder..." she said, her eyes closed, her hands groping wildly on my back.

I remembered when I used to hire prostitutes in the city, they would always tell me to be gentle when I went at it hard, but she was the opposite.

I released her nipples, and she immediately lowered her head and kissed me, her tongue wrapping around mine like an octopus. I didn't move, letting her tongue swirl in my mouth. She was now sitting on my lap, and I sat on the floor, one hand playing with her breasts and the other probing inside her vagina.

Her left hand slowly slipped inside my pants and grasped my penis, then rubbed the glans with her thumb, causing a tingling sensation around my urethra.

I placed her on a small chair and stood up. Before I could even make a move, she had already started unbuckling my belt, and her skill surprised me. In a few moments, my pants were down, and she immediately and eagerly took my penis into her mouth, sucking hard.

A warm sensation enveloped my penis. I stood there motionless, afraid that if I moved, this wonderful, comfortable, and pleasant feeling would disappear.

Her left hand gripped my testicles, while her right hand caressed my buttocks. Her oral skills were impressive; she blew and sucked, her tongue constantly rubbing against the glans, using her teeth, palate, lips—every part of her body. Several times I almost ejaculated in her mouth.

I looked at her head and forcefully pushed the glans against her throat, then pulled it out. Her tongue forcefully probed my urethra.

"How is it? Is mine bigger than your husband's?" I asked on a whim.

"Much better than his. He always ejaculates as soon as I blow him. He's not cooperative at all." She said, opening her mouth to take my testicles in.

I smiled contentedly and pulled my penis out of her mouth. She knelt on the chair, cupped her breasts in her hands, and spat into them. Then she took my penis and began tapping the head of my penis against her nipples. After a few times, I felt a burning pain in my glans, accompanied by a numbness—the two sensations intertwined.

She rubbed her nipples against my urethra, occasionally licking it with her tongue. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I forcefully thrust my penis between her breasts and began pumping.

My penis rubbed against her breasts, the head of my penis slamming against her body. She knelt there, pressing her hands against her breasts, trying to clamp my large penis between them.

I looked down at her; she smiled mysteriously, then used her left arm to support her breasts, while her other hand grasped my testicles. As I thrust forcefully, she squeezed hard, the squeeze and release perfectly synchronized with my movements.

I took the flashlight and shone it on her breasts; her dark nipples contrasted beautifully with my dark glans, and her breasts were reddened from my vigorous friction.

She laughed, took the flashlight, and shone it on my penis, then tapped it repeatedly with the cool light, finally covering my scrotum with it—it was so cool. The flashlight beam dimmed considerably through my scrotum.

I put my glans in her mouth and thrust forcefully for a few moments until it hurt a little. I pulled out my penis and gently patted her head.

She immediately picked up her clothes and spread them on the floor, then knelt on them, sticking out her round buttocks, her breasts drooping down—they were truly no smaller than cow's breasts.

I knelt behind her and gently rubbed my penis against her genitals. Suddenly, I curiously picked up a flashlight and examined her genitals closely. Like most women, her genitals weren't particularly special, but the tuft of pubic hair intrigued me—it was golden.

I found it strange because her hair was black, so how could her pubic hair be golden? I touched it a few times; it was very soft. Who cares where it came from? I'll have some fun first.

She knelt there and wiggled her buttocks, seemingly impatient. I parted her thick labia and forcefully thrust inside.

Before I even moved, she was already moving, and her movements were unusually intense. Her body was constantly moving back and forth, and her vagina was surprisingly tight, making my thrusting incredibly pleasurable.

"Ah...ah..." she moaned.

My glans was gripped tightly by her vagina, each thrust bringing intense pleasure, as if it were about to snap off. My penis slowly grew even larger with each thrust.

Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the cow's udder. The cow twitched a few times, but thanks to the fence, it quickly calmed down. She gently rubbed the cow's teats with both hands.

I became aroused, so I pressed myself against her back, reaching under her arms to grasp her breasts, while my penis continued to penetrate deeper into her vagina.

She probably couldn't bear my weight, so she quickly released the cow's udder, pressing her hands to the ground and enduring my thrusts.

It felt so good! It wasn't just the sensation on my penis; every part of her body that came into contact with mine felt incredibly pleasurable. Her body was full and muscular, except for her breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." she moaned loudly. Worried that her moans would attract attention, I turned her head and sealed her lips with mine.

Her tongue immediately entered my mouth, passionately intertwining with mine.

I remained kneeling on the ground, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. I don't know how much time passed, but her movements slowed, yet I still had the energy to continue thrusting tirelessly.

Suddenly, her vagina squeezed forcefully, actually forcing my penis out.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm so tired..." she said, standing up.

I immediately sat down in a chair and spread my legs. She understood what I meant, so she came over and sat on my lap. I grabbed my penis, found the location of her vagina, and then inserted it.

She immediately hugged my shoulders tightly, her body moving up and down slowly but with great amplitude. I was even worried that I would rupture her uterus.

I lowered my head and bit one of her nipples, while my hands hugged her waist. This position was really good. Before, I always wanted to go deeper, but her buttocks were blocking my way. Now, there was no distance between us, and with her weight, I could penetrate very deeply every time.

Her hands moved to my head, holding me tightly. Before I knew it, my face was buried in her breasts, and I suddenly found it hard to breathe, completely helpless.

I tried to struggle free, but just then, she suddenly hugged me even tighter, and her vagina began to contract. I knew her orgasm was coming; sure enough, she wrapped her arms even tighter around my neck. I tried to get some air, but she pushed me back down.

Her movements became faster and faster, the chair creaking in protest.

My penis was clamped tightly, my head was held down firmly, and just as my consciousness was fading, she suddenly released her grip. I immediately crawled out of her breast grave.

"Phew..." I gasped for breath, finally alive.

She was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, completely exhausted, lying on top of me. I slowly pulled out my penis and placed her on a chair.

She touched my semen-covered penis a couple of times, then opened her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. She was done already, while I was still hanging there.

I pulled my penis out and rubbed it vigorously between her breasts. She pressed her hands against her breasts and moved back and forth. As the speed and intensity increased, I quickly felt a surge of heat rise from the base of my penis to the glans.

"Pfft..." A thick stream of hot semen spurted out, landing on her face and chest.

I finally finished my task and sat down.

"You shot so much!" she said, licking the semen from her lips and smearing it evenly between her breasts with her hands.

And just like that, the workshop returned to normal, and the rumored ghost story was dropped.

Li Chunxiao continued her daily routine of working in the morning and coming home in the evening. Her breasts were still as big as ever, but instead of going straight home after work, she came to my place to help me tidy up my room.

I continued my old life, still drinking a glass of milk every morning. But this time, someone was feeding me, which made me happy and allowed me some free time. I planned to "develop" a few more women like Li Chunxiao.

The cows in the factory continued their daily "ravaging," everything remained the same.

A wave of milky aroma wafted into my nostrils, and I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, warming me. I stretched my legs, sat up in bed, and grabbed the clothes covering me.

The first thing I did after getting out of bed was open the window, where a cup of hot milk was already placed. I picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. To be honest, freshly squeezed milk doesn't taste very good and has a slightly musty smell, but I like its freshness, which is why I have the workers prepare a cup for me every day.

After finishing the milk, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Only after I was done did I go out to eat.

I'm a factory manager; I own a dairy farm and a dairy processing plant, mainly producing milk powder and cheese. I remember the conditions were terrible at the beginning. Later, through the efforts of myself and a group of workers, our milk powder and cheese gained a certain reputation. However, a substandard milk powder scandal ruined my business.

I like money, but I never thought of producing counterfeit goods. Business continued to decline until we merged with a large company; in fact, we were acquired. I'm still the factory manager, but I rarely do anything personally anymore. I just handle some workers' matters. Now we only focus on production; sales are the head office's responsibility, so I have a lot of free time.

After eating a little something, I went to the milk collection area. This is where the company has the most women; most of the men are in the breeding farms. Everyone's willing to touch human breast milk, but milking cows is a different story. So there are about a dozen female workers here who work from 5 a.m. to 4 p.m. every day, and rest at night—actually, it's not for the people to rest, but for the cows.

Speaking of which, the company I work for now isn't small; it's huge, powerful, and ranks among the top in the country. The milk extraction process should have been done by machines long ago, but the company manager, wanting to solve the problem of surplus labor, only installed automated equipment in a few branch factories; here, it's still done by hand.

Actually, the local government and our general manager had agreed that the government would give the company a certain amount of compensation for each person employed. As a result, each workshop has a dozen or so workers. Everyone has a job, but the milk produced this way is unhygienic. Who knows, one day someone might get sick from drinking the milk?

As soon as I entered the milk collection area, I was greeted by a fragrant aroma. Several women in uniforms and masks were busy at work, their laughter and chatter still evident despite the masks. They all greeted me when I entered.

"Hehe, everyone's busy, don't mind me," I said, finding it a pleasure to watch the women's skilled milking movements. Watching their hands gently knead those large breasts, I couldn't help but have some fantasies. Even though those breasts were cow's.

Just then, the supervisor of the workshop came over. "Factory manager, I have something to tell you, could you come out for a moment?"

"What is it?" I asked, but followed her out anyway.

Once outside the workshop, she looked around to make sure no one was watching, then whispered, "Some workers say this workshop is haunted at night!"

"What?" I almost laughed. What era are we living in? Why would anyone still talk about ghosts?

"That's right. These past few nights, people have heard someone crying inside the workshop, and there are some strange noises too," she said mysteriously.

"Okay, give me the key, I'll come check it out tonight. Don't tell anyone else beforehand, otherwise it'll have a bad influence on everyone," I said.

"Okay. I'm going back to work now," she said, turning and walking back into the workshop.

Although I don't really believe in ghosts, most of the employees here are from rural areas, and they're very superstitious. I wandered around a few more times before reporting the situation to the general manager. Time flew by without me realizing it, and it wasn't until dinner time that I remembered I still needed to go to the workshop to find out the truth about that "ghost." I grabbed my key and headed to the workshop.

The workshop was dimly lit at night, just the indicator lights from the machines. The air was still thick with the aroma of milk. I found a spot to sit and waited.

The workshop was large; otherwise, how could it house over a dozen cows? There were one or two other dairy cows kept there. Because there were more cows now, the barn was still being expanded, so there were often a few cows there. After sitting for a while, I heard footsteps. The workshop had two doors, one for people and one for cows; I had locked the door for people. The footsteps stopped after a few sounds.

I waited a while, then slowly moved towards the direction from which the sound came. Just as I was groping my way forward, another sound came—a painful groan, which at first glance sounded like the howling of ghosts.

"Who's there?" I shouted and rushed over, turning on my flashlight.

"Ah..." A woman's voice rang out.

In the beam of my flashlight, I saw a spotted cow, its eyes wide open, staring at me. I stared back at it. Looking further down, I saw the main figure. Beneath the cow was a person—a woman, a naked woman, a naked woman staring at me, a naked woman staring at me. She lay beneath the cow, legs spread, her left hand grasping the cow's teat and pressing it against her genitals.

I recognized this woman; she was a worker in this workshop named Li Chunxiao, of mixed race. Her mother was from Russia. I remember the first time I heard her name, I heard the words: "You play the flute." She was from a nearby town, thirty-five years old this year, and always gave the impression of being honest.

She was quite plump, with a round face and short hair casually tied back. She was one of the few women in the factory who caught my attention, mainly because of her enormous breasts, like a cow's udder.

This was a dairy farm, and cows with ridiculously large udders and unusually long teats were everywhere. But there were a few women whose breasts were no less impressive than those of the cows, and Li Chunxiao was one of them. Because I was paying attention to her, I occasionally inquired about her. She was now divorced because her husband had committed robbery and murder, and she lived alone with her parents.

"Chunxiao..." I was startled, almost dropping my flashlight.

"Factory manager... I... I..." She didn't know what to say and immediately crawled out from under the cow and stood up straight. My flashlight involuntarily shone on her breasts.

They were truly enormous breasts, large and slightly sagging, but that only fueled my desire. Her cleavage was deep; I wondered what it would feel like to insert my penis inside. Her breasts protruded slightly to the sides, and her nipples were large and dark, contrasting beautifully with her snow-white skin.

"Chunxiao, you've been a long-time employee at the factory. Is there anything you can report to me? What… what are you doing?" I said, shining the flashlight over her a few times.

"Factory manager… I… I… please don't tell anyone else, otherwise I can't do it here," she said, her voice trembling with tears.

I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders, then took the opportunity to touch her breasts.

My hand immediately went numb as if electrocuted; those were truly powerful breasts.

"You...you've done this before, haven't you?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded.

I pulled over two milking chairs, and we sat down. I really didn't expect this woman to masturbate with a cow's nipple; she might have been trampled to death by the cow.

"Manager, I...I want to continue working here, so...so please don't tell anyone, okay?" she said, grabbing my hand and pressing it against her breast. This was clearly tempting me to do something wrong.

"Okay...okay...don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Only after I said that did I realize I hadn't thought it through. Of course, my hand remained glued to her breast for a while. Since we'd come this far, I could put aside thoughts for now.

She laughed, then took the flashlight from my hand and pressed my hand holding the flashlight against her other breast.

I bit my tongue hard, a sharp pain shooting straight to my brain. This wasn't a dream.

The flashlight beam shone on her. Although it was cold outside, the air conditioning was on to maintain a comfortable environment for the cow, and the temperature was around twenty degrees Celsius. Even so, she still got goosebumps.

I rubbed her breasts with my hands, feeling very comfortable. After playing for a while, I realized there were still many other parts of her body I could play with, and I wasn't just exercising my hands. I let go and squatted down, pressing my face between her breasts, breathing in the scent of her milk mixed with her body odor.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, gently swaying her body from side to side like soothing a child.

"Yours is so big, is it natural?" I said, then took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently played with it with my tongue.

"Mmm..." Her voice trembled slightly. I hadn't expected her breasts to be so sensitive. "I... my mom's are big too."

I stopped talking. It was genetic. I'd seen foreign women on TV; their breasts weren't just "full," they were enormous.

Her legs were slightly parted, and my right hand slowly moved from her breasts to her vulva. Because of the masturbation, she was already very wet. I touched it and smelled it. Even there, it smelled milky.

Her nipples, constantly teased by my tongue, were fully aroused; even the bumps on her areolas were hard. My right middle finger gently stirred inside her vagina while my thumb pinched her clitoris.

"Mmm... harder... harder..." She closed her eyes, her hands groping wildly across my back.

I remembered when I used to hire prostitutes in the city, they would always yell "Go easy, go easy!" whenever I thrust hard, but she was the opposite.

I released her nipples, and she immediately lowered her head to kiss me, her tongue wrapping tightly around mine like an octopus. I didn't move, letting her tongue swirl in my mouth. She was now sitting on my lap, and I sat on the floor, one hand playing with her breasts, the other probing inside her vagina.

Her left hand slowly slipped inside my pants, grasping my penis, then rubbing the glans with her thumb, causing a tingling, numb sensation around my urethra.

I placed her on a small chair and then stood up. Before I could even make a move, she had already started unbuckling my belt, and her skill surprised me. In a few moments, my pants were down, and she immediately and eagerly took my penis into her mouth, sucking hard. A

warm sensation enveloped my penis. I stood there motionless, afraid that any movement would cause this wonderful, comfortable, and pleasant feeling to disappear.

Her left hand grasped my testicles, while her right hand caressed my buttocks. Her oral skills were even more impressive; she blew and sucked, her tongue constantly rubbing back and forth on the glans, and she used every part of her body—teeth, palate, lips—within her reach. Several times I almost couldn't control myself and ejaculated in her mouth.

I looked at her head and forcefully pushed the head of my penis against her throat, then pulled it out. Her tongue forcefully probed my urethra.

"How is it? Is mine bigger than your husband's?" I asked on a whim.

"Much better than his. He always ejaculates as soon as I blow him. He's not cooperative at all." She said, opening her mouth to take my testicles in.

I smiled with satisfaction and pulled my penis out of her mouth. She knelt on the chair, cupped her breasts with both hands, and spat some saliva into them. Then she took my penis and began to tap her nipples with the glans. After a few taps, I felt a burning pain on my glans, accompanied by a numbness, the two sensations intertwined.

She continued to rub my urethra with her nipples, occasionally licking it with her tongue. I couldn't take it anymore, so I forcefully thrust my penis between her breasts and started pumping.

My penis rubbed against her breasts, the head of my penis slamming against her body. She knelt there, pressing her hands against her breasts, trying to clamp my large penis between them.

I looked down at her; she smiled mysteriously, then used her left arm to support her breasts, and her other hand to grasp my testicles. With each forceful thrust, she squeezed hard, the squeeze and release perfectly synchronized with my movements.

I took a flashlight and shone it on her breasts; her dark nipples contrasted sharply with my dark glans, and the area between her breasts had turned red from my vigorous friction.

She laughed, took the flashlight, and shone it on my penis, then tapped it repeatedly with the cool light, finally covering my scrotum with it—it was so cool. The light from the flashlight dimmed considerably as it passed through my scrotum.

I put the head of my penis in her mouth and thrust forcefully for a few moments until it hurt a little. I pulled out my penis and gently patted her head.

She immediately picked up her clothes and spread them on the floor, then knelt on them, sticking out her round buttocks. Her breasts drooped down, truly not much smaller than cow's breasts.

I knelt behind her and gently rubbed my penis against her genitals. Suddenly, I curiously picked up the flashlight and examined her genitals closely. Like most women, her genitals weren't anything special, but the tuft of pubic hair intrigued me—it was a tuft of golden hair.

I found it strange because her hair was black, but her pubic hair was blonde. I touched it a few times; it was very soft. Who cares where it came from? Let's have some fun first.

She knelt there and wiggled her buttocks, seemingly impatient. I parted her thick labia and forcefully thrust inside. Before

I even moved, she was already moving, and her movements were unusually intense. Her body was constantly moving back and forth, and her vagina was surprisingly tight, making my thrusting incredibly pleasurable.

"Ah...ah..." she was already moaning.

My glans was tightly gripped by her vagina, and each thrust brought intense pleasure, as if my glans was about to be severed. My penis slowly grew much larger with each thrust.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed the cow's udder. The cow twitched a few times, but thanks to the fence, it quickly calmed down. She gently rubbed the cow's udder with both hands.

I became aroused, so I pressed myself against her back, reaching under her arms to grasp her breasts, while my penis continued to penetrate deeper into her vagina.

She probably couldn't bear my weight, so she quickly released the cow's udder, pressing her hands to the ground and enduring my thrusts.

It felt so good! Not just the sensation on my penis, but every part of her body that came into contact with mine felt so comfortable. Her body was full and muscular, except for her breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." she moaned loudly. Worried that her moans would attract attention, I turned her head and sealed her lips with mine.

Her tongue immediately entered my mouth, passionately intertwining with mine.

I remained kneeling, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. I don't know how much time passed, but her movements slowed, yet I still had the energy to continue tirelessly thrusting.

Suddenly, her vagina squeezed forcefully, actually forcing my penis out.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"So tired..." she said, standing up.

I immediately sat down in a chair and spread my legs. She understood and came over to sit on my lap. I grasped my penis, located her vagina, and then inserted it again.

She immediately wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders, her body moving up and down slowly but with great force. I was even worried I might rupture her uterus.

I lowered my head and bit one of her nipples, my hands around her waist. This position was really good; before, I always wanted to go deeper, but her buttocks were blocking my way. Now, there was no distance between us, and with her weight, I could penetrate very deeply each time.

Her hands moved to my head, holding me tightly, and before I knew it, my face was buried in her breasts, making it hard to breathe and leaving me helpless.

I tried to struggle free, but at that moment, she suddenly hugged me even tighter, and her vagina began to contract. I knew her climax was approaching, and sure enough, she gripped my neck even tighter. I tried to get some air, but she pushed me back down.

Her movements quickened, the chair creaking in protest.

My penis was clamped tightly, my head held down firmly, and just as I was losing consciousness, she suddenly released her grip. I immediately crawled out of her breast grave.

"Phew..." I gasped for breath, finally alive.

She was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, slumped over me, completely exhausted. I slowly pulled my penis out and placed her on the chair.

She touched my fluid-covered penis a couple of times, then opened her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. She was having a good time, finishing so quickly, while I was still hanging there.

I pulled my penis out and rubbed it vigorously between her breasts. She pressed her hands against her breasts and moved back forcefully. As the speed and intensity increased, I quickly felt a surge of heat rise from the base of my penis to the glans.

"Pfft..." A thick stream of hot semen spurted out, landing on her face and chest.

I had finally finished my task and sat there.

"You shot so much!" she said, licking the semen from her lips and smearing it evenly between her breasts with her hands.

And just like that, the workshop returned to normal, and the rumored ghost story was left unresolved.

Li Chunxiao still lives her life of working in the morning and coming home in the evening. Her breasts are still as big as ever, but instead of going straight home after work, she comes to my place to help me tidy up my room.

I'm still living my old life, still drinking a glass of milk every morning. But this time, someone is feeding me, so I'm happy to have some free time and plan to "develop" a few more women like Li Chunxiao.

The dairy cows in the factory are still living their lives of being "ravaged" every day; everything is the same as before.

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