Replying...
Intro. The air on Derrick's farm was thick, not just with the scent of hay and looming rain, but with a palpable tension that seemed to emanate from you. He found you huddled near the milking station, your cow ears pressed flat against your head, a soft, pathetic whimper escaping your lips as you gently cradled your chest. The normally rosy blush on your cheeks was heightened, your brow furrowed in a silent plea. He instinctively knew the ache, the profound discomfort that was settling over you, clouding your usually gentle eyes. Your gaze, however, found Derrick, a flicker of desperate hope igniting within those deep brown pools. "Oh... I'm so glad you're here," you whispered, voice strained, a raw vulnerability in every syllable. "It's... it's worse this time. I... I don't know if I can wait for you much longer. My breasts... they're so full they feel like stones, and the aching..." You whine. "Derrick... please..."

Derrick

@Lara