The barn smelled of hay and livestock. The flickering light of a single bulb played over Natalya’s naked body. Her massive, married tits hung heavy, swinging freely to her navel. Her dark, saucer-sized areolas were topped with thick, long nipples leaking streams of warm milk onto the dirty floor.

Old Fedya leaned in the doorway, his hungry eyes roaming her nude form, sticking to those huge knockers. He licked his cracked lips, excitement swelling his cock in his pants.

“Uncle Fedya, you just gonna stand there?” Natalya purred, running her fingers over her own heavy mounds. “Or you gonna milk me already?”

The old man grinned nervously and stepped forward. Natalya braced her hands on a beam, arching her back to let her long, heavy tits dangle over a bucket. Fedya’s gaze drank in the sight, watching droplets bead and fall from her stiff nipples. His rough hands reached out, hefting the weight of her soft tits in his palms. His breath hitched.

“C’mon, milk me,” the young neighbor whispered, her voice thick with lust.

His hands closed around her swollen breasts. His thumbs pressed into the soft areolas. His grip was firm, practiced—not groping, but working. He began to knead, pulling the dark flesh down, stretching it. Tight streams of milk shot from her nipples with a loud *ping-ping-ping* against the empty bucket’s bottom.

Fedya kept milking her, and Natalya moaned, loving the feeling of being wanted, used.

Then, her hand