In the golden haze of the family barn, Elena stood tall and naked, her ample breasts heaving with each breath as she eyed the milking stool. At twenty-two, the farm's strong-willed daughter had no patience for timid lessons. Her father, Mark, wiped his brow and grinned. "Alright, city girl, cows don't wait for lectures. Watch how I handle the udders—gentle but firm pulls."
Elena crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her curves higher. "You want me to milk Bessie by pretending her teats are my own big breasts? Bold move, Dad. What if I milk you instead and see who squirts first?" Her witty jab hung in the air, sparking tension as Mark stepped closer, his eyes darkening with heat. "Try it on yourself first, smartass. Show me those hands know the rhythm."
She cupped her own breasts, fingers circling the nipples, and soon Mark's palms joined hers, demonstrating the squeeze-and-pull motion that sent sparks through her body. "Horny already?" she teased, feeling his growing hardness press against her. "Your cock's betraying you, old man. Bet you can't handle teaching without getting all worked up." Mark chuckled, voice low. "Pussy's dripping wet from the lesson, isn't it? Let's see who teaches whom."
Elena shoved him onto a hay bale, strong and unyielding, yanking down his pants to reveal his hard cock. She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as she took him deep, her ass arched invitingly. "Taste that?" she panted between licks. "Now fuck me proper—no holding back." Mark groaned, flipping her onto all fours, his fingers plunging into her wet, dripping pussy while he slapped her ass.
Sweating and panting, they tangled in raw heat; Elena rode him hard, her breasts bouncing as she guided his cock into her tight heat. "Deeper, Dad—make me come," she demanded with a grin, grinding her hips. He thrust up, fingers teasing her clit until she came with a cry, her walls clenching. Mark followed, pulling out to spill hot cum across her ass, both gasping in the aftermath.
Elena stood, wiping sweat from her brow with a sly smile. "Cow's still waiting, but we've got all summer for more milking practice."
Yet as the barn door creaked open to the next chore, Elena's eyes promised the real lessons were only beginning.
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