Page 79 of Milk & Malice: Vadik

She grunted. Moaned. Wailed. Mooed. Cried. Choked on her own spit.

I didn’t stop.

I fucked her like a savage beast, hammering into her soaked little hole until it fluttered around me again.

Then I switched nipples, watching her body twitch and tense.

She was going to come again.

Perfect.

That’s when I slowed down.

Time to remind her—pleasure only came when I allowed it.

“Mooooooooooooooo—ughhhh!”

She screamed for me again, pussy rippling as she drenched my cock for the second time.

I kept going, driving slow and deep into her velvet-soft cunt, savouring every twitch of her overstimulated breeding hole.

Letting her feel it.

I released her nipple and caught her dazed blue gaze.

“You feel that, my sweet little fuckcow?” I murmured.“I’m not stopping. You’re going to keep coming until I say you can.”

Then I dipped down and licked her parted lips, tasting the desperation on her breath.

She was shaking. Legs trembling, lips parted, eyes glassy. Her poor, swollen cunt pulsed around me like it couldn’t take another second.

Which meant it was time for more.

I reached between us and slapped her clit. Not hard. Just enough to make her jerk.

“Still leaking, my little cow. You’re not done.”

She whimpered, trying to pull away, but I grabbed her hips and dragged her back onto my cock.

“That pussy’s mine. You’ll come when I say. Again.”

She mooed—broken, ruined, ready.

So I gave it to her. Not rough. Not savage.

Just relentless.

Slow, gliding strokes that made her sob. Then shallow little thrusts that made her cry out. I slapped her udders, squeezedher nipples, pressed down on her belly so she could feel every inch.

She begged, shaking her head.

“Moooo. Moo. Moo…”

I kissed her cheek and shoved deeper.

“You will. You’ll come for me. You’ll squirt all over me like the filthy fuckcow you are.”

And she did.