“The Father's bucket first... Yawning, she grabbed at the udder, dirty-faced Mairi with a mouth like flowers and morning in her eyes; and there was fresh dew on the ground, dark footprints on the bright meadow where Nessa sat nearby, wistfully holding the penis-like udder of a beast next in line and giving it little tender jerks. Una's bucket now... Seonaid was humming boldly, Nessa snivelling again, daft bitch.”
— Jan 12, 2025 01:44PM
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