Liam reached out, his hands still slick, and grabbed Kelly by her waist. He pulled her up from the floor, her legs wobbly and her face still glowing from the effort of the tit-fuck.
The cow costume was a mess—the black-and-white spandex was pushed aside, and her heavy breasts were glistening with his spent seed.
The little gold bell on her collar chimed frantically as she sat down, leaning back against the cushions.
He slid off the edge and knelt between her open legs.
He looked up at her.
The way the couch forced her hips to tilt forward made the cut-out in her panties even more obvious.
Her pussy was bright pink and soaking wet, the lace strings of the costume barely holding on.
"You took care of the farmer," Liam said, his eyes darkening as he looked at her chest. "Now it's my turn to take care of the cow."
He reached up and grabbed her right breast, the weight of it filling his palm. He squeezed it hard, watching the pale flesh bulge between his fingers.
