Breakfast in bed (I'm the breakfast)

I barely have time to stutter out a yes that Imane is already between my legs, eyeing my crotch with hungry eyes. I let her spread my legs, and then she kisses my shin. Her plump lips move up my legs, and make my quiver once they reached my thigh. She kisses the inside of my legs, moving from one to the other. She sucks onto my flesh like she's trying to leave hickeys on my inner thighs.

Once she's done teasing my legs, I'm already a bit of a mess. My cunt is drooling, and my clit is as hard as a clit can get. She hovers over my vulva for a few seconds, admiring it with genuine lustful interest.

Then she dives in, and I can't stop myself from letting out a tiny pathetic squeal.

She's all lips at first, kissing it everywhere. Then, out comes the tongue, and she moves it up and down between my labia.

Her hands grab onto my thighs, and mines disappear into her thick brown curls.

When she starts focusing on my clit, I start seeing stars. Her hands gently knead my thighs, in rhythm with her tongue and my **** grinding.

I've had my pussy eaten before, but never like this. I can't stop shaking and making embarrassing noises, and that only seems to encourage her to keep teasing. She eats me until I reach my peak, and she continues a few seconds after the pleasure becomes unbearable.

Overwhelmed, I push her away, and she gives my pussy one last kiss. Then, she climbs onto me and brings her cunt-flavored lips against mine. Tasting myself on her mouth makes my orgasm even better.

Imane's bovine curves makes her a fantastic cuddle buddy, and we stay in each other's arm for a little while.

When we finally get up, she goes to a dresser and takes out two cow-print leotards with attached cow tails. She hands me the medium one, and puts on the plus-sized one.

The outfit is skin-tight, and very small in the crotch area. I can feel it getting eaten by my butt, and notice the same thing happening between Imane's fat buttcheeks. It also has a sweetheart necklines showing off my tits, and the sheer fabric does nothing to hide my very erect nipples.

"You look great! Now, for the finishing touch..."

She hands me a small headband with little horns and cow ears. I put it on, and Imane's face beams with pride.

"Annie! Gorgeous! You make a really pretty cow!"

I look at myself in the mirror over the vanity desk, and I have to admit; Imane is right. I look amazing. I bet I'll have bulls lining up to use me again today, and that makes me very happy.