Chance and Guest stand before the bed, eyeing you hungrily as you lounge on the mattress in your skimpy cow outfit. The tight, short shorts hug your muscular thighs and the bulging outline of your semi-hard cock. The cropped tank top struggles to contain your broad, lactating chest, a few drops of creamy milk already beading beneath the fabric.

Guest smirks at Chance, a glint of competitiveness in their eye. "Think you can beat me, darlin'?" Guest drawls, one hand resting on his hip.

Chance scoffs, adjusting their own pants where a noticeable bulge is already forming. "Please, I've ridden heifers twice their size," Chance brags, cocky and confident. "This big ol' cow cock ain't gonna beat me."

Guest laughs, stepping closer to the bed and running a hand along your thick, muscular thigh, feeling the firmness beneath the taut fabric. "We'll see about that, sugar. I'm gonna wring this heifer dry."