#rika.thirst

Rika was the new heifer your boss brought in hoping to find a mate on the farm. Holts plan was unsuccessful when he saw one of the bull hybrids he was trying to pair with Rika laid knocked out in the grass. Only for him to shrug his shoulders when he saw his new cow chatting with the ever so popular farmhand. Welp... He tried.

she would be such a peacock. If you're giving another bull attention. She'll get right in front of you lean against the wall giveing you a wink.

Rika knows how much competition she has over you, and she says Bring It On. She'll try her best to make you swoon. You'll Be In Her arms by the end of the month.

She'll show you that she could be just as strong as the other Bulls maybe even stronger. So eager to clash her horns with the others just to show off her strength to you.

If she watches Another bull try to mount you she'll tackle them and take you away.

When you go to milk her she smirks grabbing your arms and pressing you down milking you instead with her fingers and tongue. You could practically see hearts in her eyes as she desperately makes you hers.

Your eyes are wide when you see her reach for something. It's a toy... Your toy... Where did she get that?? When did she go through your stuff??? The Cow coos when she uses it on you. Pressing her lips on yours, silencing your cute little moans. She pounds that toy repeatedly until you have no more cum to give.

Just sandwich between Rika and Cynthia, straps pounding so deep inside you, slamming against your sweet spots.

You’ve lost track of how many times they have made you cum, but they are determined to keep going.

“Look at they, so fucking dumb and pretty, all cause of me.”

Rika emphasizes her words with a harsh slam of her hips, cooing as you squeal.

Cynthia huffs, glaring at Rika before gripping your hips, moving you just at the right angle, and thrusting the fat tip of her strap to your cervix.

You practically scream, crying out how good it feels, as you cum yet again.

“Oh really? Seems they likes me more.” She laughs, her blonde hair tickling your neck as she leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Isn’t that right, princess?”