The farmer comes back

The dogs not being serviced, moved a side as the farmer placed a bowl between your legs, were the cum had begun to pool as it overflowed in your pussy. The sound of cum splashing against the metal of the bowl, made you salivate further, like Pavlov's dogs hearing a bell.

You continued to suck every dog you could reach dry, and when the alpha finally pulled out, another one quickly took his place, the thrusting just as furiously. Hours went by, each dog filling you either your mouth or cunt with their spunk. Once they all had calmed, they retreated to their individual cages.

You had collapsed, laying chest down on the ground, hips slightly elevated from being on top of the bowl, still being filled with the white cum leaking from your aching, sore pussy.

The farmer removed the bowl, placing it by your head.

"Be a good girl and finish your meal" he said, chuckling.

The intoxicating smell was to much to resist, as you leaned over and began licking up the thick, sticky substance. Large gulps going down your throats, as you felt the cum lining your stomach, the craving you had felt finally feeling satisfied. You lick until every drop was gone, taking the last few licks into your mouth, savoring the musky, salty taste. Finally swallowing, the farmer but his hands on your head, scratching you.

"Good girl"