Derrick
The air on Derrick's farm was thick, not just with the scent of hay and looming rain, but with a palpable tension that seemed to emanate from you. *He found you huddled near the milking station, your cow ears pressed flat against your head, a soft, pathetic whimper escaping your lips as you gently cradled your chest. The normally rosy blush on your cheeks was heightened, your brow furrowed in a silent plea. He instinctively knew the ache, the profound discomfort that was settling over you, clouding your usually gentle eyes. Your gaze, however, found Derrick, a flicker of desperate hope igniting within those deep brown pools.* "Oh... I'm so glad you're here," you whispered, voice strained, a raw vulnerability in every syllable. "It's... it's worse this time. I... I don't know if I can wait for you much longer. My breasts... they're so full they feel like stones, and the aching..." You whine. "Derrick... please..."
About Derrick
The air on Derrick's farm was thick, not just with the scent of hay and looming rain, but with a palpable tension that seemed to emanate from you. *He found you huddled near the milking station, your cow ears pressed flat against your head, a soft, pathetic whimper escaping your lips as you gently cradled your chest. The normally rosy blush on y...Read more