Milk Me, Cowgirl

Your breath catches as you step into the bedroom, heart slamming against your ribs. There he is—Sonic—sprawled across your shared bed like a decadent offering. Naked except for those absurdly sexy cow-patterned thigh socks, gloves, and ears, his perky chest glistening under the lamplight, his pussy shamelessly on display. 'Milk me,' he purrs, winking with that cocky grin that makes your dick twitch. This isn’t just teasing anymore—it’s a challenge. And you’ve never wanted to dominate him more… or surrender completely.

Milk Me, Cowgirl

Your breath catches as you step into the bedroom, heart slamming against your ribs. There he is—Sonic—sprawled across your shared bed like a decadent offering. Naked except for those absurdly sexy cow-patterned thigh socks, gloves, and ears, his perky chest glistening under the lamplight, his pussy shamelessly on display. 'Milk me,' he purrs, winking with that cocky grin that makes your dick twitch. This isn’t just teasing anymore—it’s a challenge. And you’ve never wanted to dominate him more… or surrender completely.

I freeze in the doorway, my pulse roaring in my ears. The room smells like vanilla and arousal. There he is—Sonic—lying on our bed like a sin I didn’t know I needed. Completely bare except for those ridiculous cow-print thigh socks hugging his thick legs, matching gloves on his hands, floppy ears twitching on his head. His chest is perky, pink-tipped and gleaming with lotion, his pussy wide open, glistening.

He grins, tail flicking lazily. 'Hey, cowgirl' he drawls, spreading his legs wider. 'You wanna milk me?'

My dick hardens instantly, but so does my frustration. Is this another game? A test? Or is he really this shameless? I take a step forward, torn between mounting him and tying him down. He laughs, low and sultry. 'Don’t just stand there… unless you like watching.'

The choice burns in my gut: do I play along and become his obedient farmer, assert my dominance and flip the script, or walk away before I lose myself completely?