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hair pulling - cpt. john price

your eyes foggy and eyelids heavy with your jaw slack and mouth hanging open. you're on your stomach, cheek pressed firmly against the mattress as john grips your hair tightly, pushing your face down against the bedsheets as he rocks his broad hips into you. your sopping wet pussy swallows his large size so well, taking each inch while you moan out and pant desperately, gripping the bedsheets as he continues to pound into your wet cunt.

“ain’t‘cha jus’ a pretty doll... made to take my’cock, hm?” he chuckles deeply, grunting gutturally as he pumps his wet and veiny dick into your tightening hole, while you pant heavily like a dumb dog in heat, your ass painful from being spanked repetitively. his grip is bound to leave indents and bruises on your hips, flesh and fat spilling from his fingers when he kneads your ass with his large and calloused hands, fucking deep into you and groaning loudly as he throws his head back.

you're already feeling so, so full, your ass sore and hips aching from his grip. you whimper when he tugs at your hair, forcing you to arch your back and look at him over your shoulder while he continues to fuck his meaty cock into your slick folds. he grips your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he chases his release, teasing you for coming undone on his lengthy cock, droplets of your sweet arousal dripping down his dick before he fucks his hot, white and milky cum into you, smacking against your cervix while he grinds his teeth together.

Maybe hybrid cow reader x 141 please 🥺👉👈

- 💐 anon

Cw: pregnancy, milking, pumps, fingering, implied squirting, implied overstimulation, vaguely implying fisting, handjob, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, fantasies, horny bulls, soft dom!Price, tell me if I missed any.

You needed much more care than you usually did when pregnant, the skin stretched so prettily around your round and bulging stomach, the stretched marks a reminder of Price’s possession of you. A sweet memory that he played over and over again whenever he needed to jack off, the grip of his fist a shallow mimicry of your tight cunt and the warmth of his palm palling in comparison to your hot walls milking him. Though you were pregnant, he still wished he could slide into your leaky cunt and pump your womb full of cum, breeding you so full that no other could satisfy you the way he could. 

But the rough feel of his sweaty and dirty hands would have to do for now, the thought of harming your calf dissuading him from acting out any of his fantasies. He was your first and his baby was your first calf, and he wanted it to be as wonderful as possible, without any risk or any issues. Price wanted your first pregnancy to be a happy and memorable one, where you’d smile and laugh while you cared for you small calf; perhaps more human than cow, seeing as he was the father rather than one of the virile bulls he kept.

And despite it going incredibly well, you still produced milk - much more than you used to - and it needed to be milked almost thrice a day, something he couldn’t do seeing that he had bulls and crops to care for. He left most of the crop work and chores to the few employees he had, but never the big and aggressive bulls or the soft and tender cow he owned. He dealt with it himself even if he had trained employees, his bulls were used to him and he wanted them to stay comfortable when he was milking them for their load. The stronger and healthier the bull, the higher the price went, and he was fortunate for winning the bids when they were still young.

Though he loved being able to squeeze the milk out of your breasts, having you kneeling before him as he worked, watching your sweet milk squirt out of your nipples, your pregnancy made kneeling harder on you than he’d expected. You whined about how uncomfortable the weight of it pulled you down, fearing that your skin would rip and the baby harmed. So he resigned to milk you once in the evening and taught you how to use a pump, but he still came by to help you with your little issue that only seemed to grow as farther you got into your pregnancy. 

He’d lay you on your side, cups clasped tightly around your leaky nipples while he soothed your arousal. One leg on his lap and the other over his arm, he’d plunge his fingers into your drooling cunt, feeling the empty depths that clamped around his fingers. If you mewled for more, he’d add a finger or two until your cunt was stretched around the girth of his palm. If you whined for harder, he’d drive his hand as hard as he could without harming the baby. And if you begged to cum, he’d pull as many as he wants until you’re squirting and trembling in overstimulation. 

Whatever you needed, he’d give it to you if you asked, as long as you were happy and satiated, and the baby safe.

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