"You're mine now..."
Bessie quickly straddles your spread-eagle form. Her massive udder squeezes your poor serum-enlarged package, and most of her giant bovine nipples are bigger than your own erection that's straining against her bulk. Her udder is as large as your torso. Two of her erect teats softly dig into your pelvis, the other top most two of her pink teats rest on either side of your head. An irregular fifth teat is uncomfortably close to your turgid member. At this range, her smell is an overpowering mix of earth, sweat, and the richest cream. It's dazing, repulsive and arousing all at once.
"Now then all that milking must have left you terribly thirsty. Shall I quench your thirst with the 'Sunny Side' twins? Or maybe my 'Pale Pair' will fill you from the other end. Oh, lets not forget about 'Tiny,' maybe I'll refill your sad sack with my own supply, spigot to spigot!"