“What if there’s a backup at the milking place? You want to give them time to drain every last drop.” His chuckle had bounced off the interior of her umbrella, trapping her in its rumble. "Oh don't you worry, there's no danger of a dairy shortage here." She held her breath as he adjusted himself, lifting his huge testicles from where they were confined in his snug jeans. Squeezing her thighs together, she tried to look unaffected. "You need to have a glass sometime, Grace. This milk does a body good."
Well this is horrifying
