Continue providing the same treatment to Daisy next

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 8:18 AM on Tuesday, April 16th, 2024 (Day 2 of 7).

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Daisy practically shoves Bessie aside as the cowgirl stumbles off my lap, still trembling from her orgasm. Before I can catch my breath, Daisy is straddling me, her massive pregnant belly pressing against my chest as she positions her swollen breasts directly in front of my face.

"I've been leaking since seven-thirty," Daisy says, her voice thick with need. "My tits hurt so fucking bad. Fix it."

I reach up with my left hand—my right is still aching from fisting Bessie—and position a collection bottle beneath Daisy's right breast. The moment my mouth seals around her dark, distended nipple, milk erupts onto my tongue in a scalding rush. I suck hard, my cheeks hollowing as I draw the thick sweet liquid down my throat in desperate gulps.

Daisy's milk is different from Bessie's—richer, almost cream-like, coating my mouth and tongue with a heavy sweetness that makes me dizzy. I swallow frantically, trying to keep pace with the volume pouring from her engorged breast.

"Your hand," Daisy gasps, grinding her hips against my stomach. "Put your fucking hand inside me like you did to Bessie."

I slide my left hand between us, awkwardly angling my wrist as I find the slick heat of her pussy. She's even wetter than Bessie was—absolutely drenched, her arousal coating my fingers the moment I make contact. I push two fingers inside and she moans loudly.

"More," she demands. "All of them. Stretch me open."

I add a third finger, then a fourth, feeling her internal muscles clench rhythmically around the intrusion. The angle is wrong—I'm using my non-dominant hand and my shoulder is already screaming in protest—but I keep pushing deeper, curling my fingers to search for her g-spot.

"Fuck—yes—right there—" Daisy's entire body goes rigid as I find the spongy patch of tissue inside her. "Don't you dare fucking stop—"

I suck harder on her nipple, milk flooding my mouth so fast I nearly choke. My left hand pumps steadily inside her pussy, my knuckles pressing against her entrance as I work my entire fist into her hot clenching depths. The bottle beneath her breast is already half-full, milk streaming steadily into the container even as more pours directly down my throat.

Daisy starts fucking herself on my fist, riding the intrusion with desperate intensity. Her pregnant belly rubs against my chest with each thrust, her massive breasts bouncing heavily despite my mouth locked on one nipple. The scent of her arousal is overwhelming—thick and musky and utterly intoxicating.

"I'm going to cum," she warns, her voice breaking. "I'm going to—fuck—FUCK—"

Her orgasm hits like a thunderclap. Her pussy convulses violently around my fist, squeezing so hard I think she might break my fingers. Hot fluid gushes around my wrist, soaking my forearm and dripping steadily onto the milking station cushion. Milk erupts from both her breasts simultaneously—the one in my mouth and the one hanging free—spraying in thick streams that splatter across my face and chest.

I keep sucking, keep pumping my fist, drawing out her climax until she finally collapses forward against me, sobbing with relief.