En cours de chargement...
I can't stop thinking about her body. About the futanari's equid excessiveness, so richly scented and so undeniably virile. Sylvia was always beautiful, always appealing, but now? Now I can't help myself. I came here wanting to get laid, to bang monster girls, but I didn't imagine they'd be packing like Sylvia. I want more than just this irregular aid I give her, helping her produce for customers.
I envy those stupid pails that end up carrying her superb stuff! I've never envied an inanimate object before, but here we are. And now Kylai, one of the ranchers, seems to think that Sylvia has been dumping a load of excess "milk"? But then that would mean she's been getting my help just for the sake of it. Which would mean she's interested in me, like I am in her...