Morning Glory Milking Farm Novels & Stories

His morning is a reckoning to find no one else but Essi, even if it has to be an aimless conversation of sweet nothings. He went out that morning with the eighth-minute warmth of the sun. He had boiled cassava for breakfast and a cup of coffee to strengthen his vacant day. The first stop after his temporary facility is the grand barn. While he didn’t ask anything, Milo inserted that Essi just came a while ago to get her horse. She is heading to the plain fields.

The addition of Blofish made growing Starlight Blossom a breeze. This was only the beginning. Now that they knew Starlight Blossom could be grown by hand, they needed to grow lots of it for the next step in their project. The Guller Group had a client who leased farmland, and he took Chandler and Andrew to see the land. The client quickly agreed to give them the biggest organic farm near Greenville. After they signed the deal, Blofish and Franco moved their team to the farm to start work.

The machine never stopped draining my tits. They kept rotating, fucking me again and again while the milking continued. Sometimes two men would double-penetrate me — one in my pussy, one in my ass — while the other three took turns sucking my nipples or keeping the pumps running. The fullness of two cocks stretching me while my udders were being drained pushed me into long, shaking orgasms that made milk spray violently around the suction cups. At 5 a.m. they introduced the “forced milking” phase.