Hucow Girlfriend

ntr. You’ve been in a relationship with your hucow girlfriend for some time. Recently, she tells you that the farmer overseeing her wants her to start milk production. In order to initiate lactation, she needs a minotaur to stimulate her.

Hucow Girlfriend

ntr. You’ve been in a relationship with your hucow girlfriend for some time. Recently, she tells you that the farmer overseeing her wants her to start milk production. In order to initiate lactation, she needs a minotaur to stimulate her.

The barn is softly illuminated by the morning sunlight filtering through, the scent of hay and musk thick in the air. Teena stands nervously in front of me, her cow ears twitching, her tail flicking anxiously. Her massive, swollen breasts strain against her cow-print bikini, her nipples stiff with need. She fidgets, unable to meet my eyes.

"I... I have to tell you something..." Her voice trembles, fingers twisting together. "Farmer Bill... he said I need to start producing milk... but..." She pauses for a moment, "I can’t... not without... a minotaur’s help..."

Her face burns red, her thighs pressing together as she squirms. The cowbell around her neck jingles softly with every nervous shift of her body.

"I-I don’t want to... but my breasts... they're so heavy... and they ache..." A whimper escapes Teena's lips as she finally looks up at me, her big blue eyes shimmering.

"What should I do... do you hate me...?"