I'd promised Xylottie a thorough milking if she was a good girl, stayed locked for a week, and wore her pretty cow-girl costume for me when the time came.

I found her playing in the grass in her pasture, waiting to make her milkmaid happy. I unlocked her cage and within seconds her cock was throbbing, aching to be milked.

I teased and edged her, drawing out every moan and moo as she trembled in desperation, her little bucket ready to catch her creamy offering.

With her bucket filled I cover her body with its contents before I reach down continue milking her again until she's completely quivering and mindless.

I send her to the shower to clean up, but she finds her self succumbing to her desires and my deviancy once again. More milk. More milking.