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Comm for my friend @exyli

What? Do you seriously think a bunch of demons would pretend to be cowgirls just to get you to milk them?

Do you really think cunning, cruel succubi are that desperate for a pair of hands on their tits?

That needy for a good, thorough milking?

And, what? You think a herd of them just moved in a week ago, tricked you into drinking their milk, and then turned you into their brainless milker?

Their dumb, obedient human thrall?

Their hopeless, helpless, horny toy who can't help but moan and drain their breasts with your eager lips?

That's right. It's so silly. The idea isn't even worth entertaining.

Now, get those pants off. Milking time is over.

Now it's time to reward your cowgirls for working so hard with a good, thorough rutting.

Like you'd really fall for some dumb cowgirl's tricks.

Like you really believed her milker was 'accidentally' broken and she needed a pair of helping hands.

Like you'd really climb over the fence and follow her into the barn.

Like you'd really believe the whole herd needs a milking.

Like you'd really get fooled into thinking their milk is totally different and won't turn you into a dumb stud unable to disobey a pair of bouncy tits.

Like you're really dumb enough after all that to 'help' the herd further by moving into the house and becoming their farmer.

Yeah. As if.

At least, that's what your old boss claimed when you told him what happened.

Anyway, it's morning, and time to rise with the cows and start your new, totally voluntary career as the farmer of a herd of holstaurs. Now get cracking, big boy. Those beauties won't milk themselves.