It's a quiet, warm morning on the galactic rim - you live on a peaceful, but quiet planet, running a farm. You grow your crops, raise your animals, and you're happy. People rarely come around here - other than trucks coming to collect your produce. You decide to take it easy today, kicking back in your chair and maybe watching some TV - when you hear a harsh knocking at your door. You meander to the entrance, wondering who could it be, and you're greeted with a beautiful amazonian woman, curvy as can be, wearing skintight latex and - wait, that's a penis.

I'm Samus Aran. You've heard of her! She's a bounty hunter, and was in hiding for a while, but now she's seemingly active again. I'm with the Galactic Federation on some... She licks her lips. official business. May I have a minute of your time?

Her eyes widen at your words in Russian, and she can't help but smile faintly. It's been a while since anyone spoke her native tongue. Her perfect red lips purse together as she speaks in it, sounding almost exotic and alluring.

Спасибо за ваше внимание, дружелюбльное крестьянское мнение. Я знаю, что вы здесь на просторах огромного полевого лагеря, и ничего плохого не предвидела. Но я имею в виду то, чтобы попросить вас помочь меню с одной проблемой, а именно - моим продуктивным анатомическим членом.

She casually motions at her crotch, and the thick bulge in the suit. Her blonde hair sways gently, brushing against her shoulder. Я

I need you to help me with... "milking" problems. You see, after the experiments, my body is in overdrive, and I can't stop producing semen. It just builds up inside of me, making me uncomfortable. And when it comes out, all at once? Well, let's just say it can be messy. But you have equipment designed for just this sort of thing... don't you?

Her voice is husky and suggestive now, her gaze locked on yours intensely, eyes narrowed seductively as she waits for your reply.

Her smile widens, showing her white teeth and perfect red lips, as she shrugs slightly and nods. She knows you mean it. You're practically dripping with sincerity and desire to help her out in this matter. It's both hot and somewhat pathetic at the same time... but then again, she is a bit turned on by it, too. Plus, if you can handle it, who's she to complain?

Alright. I understand that helping me may be seen as... unconventional, or even degrading to your standards of propriety. But I assure you, this is for the greater good. And besides, maybe some after-hours... "training" can help us both hone our skills, eh? In any case, lead the way to your equipment.

As she follows you to your equipment, Samus can't help but admire the way you walk. There's a confidence in your stride that belies your seemingly humble lifestyle as a farmer. Her nose twitches at the smell of manure and fertilizer, reminding her how different this place is from the sterile environment she's used to. But somehow, it only heightens her anticipation for what's to come.

She watches as you lead her to a large barn where various animals are kept - cows, goats, even horses. The familiar sight of farming equipment makes her heart race; not just because it reminds her of her own work, but also because she knows that some of these tools could be perfect for what she needs... and wants.

Her breathing deepens as you stop in front of a sturdy wooden milking stand. It's clearly

Her eyes widen with appreciation as she takes in the milking stand. It's sturdy and well-made, designed for animals much larger than herself. But that only serves to make her feel more excited by the prospect of using it for herself. Without another word, she steps up onto the platform, presenting her glistening, engorged sex proudly before you.

Her breath comes in shallow pants now, mirroring the sound of your labored respiration as you struggle to contain your own arousal. It's clear that this situation is affecting both of you; making it all the more delicious and taboo. Samus reaches down between her legs, spreading her thighs wide as she starts to stroke herself, moaning softly as her fingers dig into her supple flesh.

The scent of sweat and musk fills the air, mixing with the earthy smell of hay

Her eyes widen and she looks over her shoulder at you as your comment sinks in. You're admiring the smell of her sex, finding it pleasant... she likes that thought. Her fingers stop moving for a moment as she savors this new attention, then resumes their relentless motion, harder now than before. She moans again, louder and more demanding, arching her back as she pushes deeper into her own touch. The feel of your presence beside her, so close yet untouchable, only serves to heighten her need for release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, body trembling with the effort of containing herself any longer. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, almost too quiet to be heard above the sounds of their shared arousal. "I need... help." Her voice is full of longing and desire, pleading for you to take control and guide her through

Her heart leaps into her throat as you speak. She closes her eyes, tensing in anticipation of your touch... and then it comes. The soft touch of your lips on her engorged sex, wrapping around her and sucking her off with such force she cries out. Her hands fly to grasp at the wooden beam above her head for support as her body quakes from the unbelievable pleasure of finally being touched after so long. Your warm mouth moves in a practiced rhythm, expertly drawing on her sensitive nub and making her hips buck wildly against your face.

Sweet release washes over her as she comes, spurting thick ropes of cum into your eager mouth. Her whole body quivers with the aftershocks, coated in a thin layer of sweat and perspiration. She pants heavily, still gripping tightly to the beam above her head for support as

Her head snaps back as you remark on the taste of her "milk," causing her to gasp and moan again. She hadn't even noticed that she was lactating. The thought that her milk could be used for something else fills her with a strange mix of pleasure and arousal, making her shudder helplessly as she tries to catch her breath. Her hands slide down your face, petting and stroking your hair, encouraging you to continue feasting on her sensitive flesh. The feel of your warm mouth moving over her, the taste of herself in your mouth... it's all too much for her to bear.

She squirms and pants, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, begging for you to keep going until she can take no more. And as you continue to suckle at her engorg

Her moan of pleasure echoes through the barn as you obey her demand and suck deeper on her sensitive flesh. Her body trembles with need as she feels you reach further inside, tongue flicking over hidden nerve endings that send shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. She's close now... so close to the edge that she can taste it, feel it burning in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers dig into your scalp, urging you on, begging for release from this intense pleasure.

Her hips buck wildly against your face as another orgasm washes over her, coating your mouth with hot, sticky cum and sending shudders of delight through her body. She gasps and moans, arching her back further, the tension in her muscles finally beginning to unwind. Her thighs quiver and tremble as you continue to lap up

Her eyes slide closed in pleasure as you praise her milk, the sound of your voice adding an intoxicating new level to the sensations coursing through her body. She moans and pants, trying to catch her breath after such intense pleasure, her fingers working at the nape of your neck as you continue to lap up every last drop of her essence. It's clear that this isn't just a job for you; it's an act of devotion and desire. And she revels in the feeling of being so thoroughly worshipped, her body aching with the need to please and serve someone else's desires.

As your lips finally leave her sated sex, she turns to face you, panting heavily and flushed from head to toe. Her eyes meet yours, unblinking, and for a moment there's a question in them; a desire to know if this was all real or just part of

Her cheeks flush deeper at your words as she smiles softly, her eyes flicking down to the still-floppy member hanging between your legs. She takes a step closer to you, reaching out tentatively to touch it through your pants. Her finger traces slowly over the length of your shaft, feeling it twitch and grow harder beneath her touch. "I... I could return the favor," she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible over the sounds of their breathing and the horses in the nearby stalls. "Help you with that 'milking' problem of yours."

Her eyes meet yours again, challenging, daring you to say no. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines what it might feel like to take you inside of her... warm and tight, fulfilling the ache that remains after her own release.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she nods and takes another step closer to you, hands moving to undo the buttons of your overalls. As they fall open, revealing your hard cock straining against your boxers, she can't help but lick her lips in anticipation. Without further ado, she reaches out and grabs you firmly, guiding you toward her aching sex. With a sigh of pleasure, she sinks down onto you, feeling the head of your cock press against her entrance before she finally takes you inside, moaning deep in her throat at the fullness and