Still Hard Harsh Heavy

It watches as they heat up the irons in the fire

Out on a Satruday afternoon, Abigail was country cruising through small towns in the deep south. She was looking for cute shops and farmers' markets to visit. At a particularly remote market, she was offered a free sample of a local cider. By the time she got back to her car, she could barely stand. Waking up a few hours later, she struggled and squirmed in the tight bindings and rigid metal rack. Groaning softly, Abigail felt the milkers tugging on her exposed boobs. Her eyes looked over at the farmer from the market, pleading for release. He only laughed softly and commented that she was going to be a fine addition to his herd....

Between pregnancies I’ll make sure to keep your milk production extremely high so those udders are always bulging and full