Dairy Farm 1
"hi, my name's annabelle daisy clover holstein," she chuckled, holding out a hand, "pleased to meet you..." "brandon. and your last name's holstein? seriously?" brandon laughed, shaking her hand as she nodded, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.
Going Greek (from Freebies Vol. 65)
The three holsteins boxed him in, groaning and cooing as they squeezed in around him, while somehow stripping their own adornments at the same time. “you made the right choice joining the triple-ms," the holstein on quentin's right said.
Macho Bulls...
He wrapped his new leather ball stretcher around the holstein's sacs, making the low hangers hang even lower. that did the trick. in a few seconds the holstein was long and purple and pulsating.
The Steer School
Those fat, eager young cummers belonged to that fine holstein bull now.
Eight Maids A-Milking
Oh yeah, and all the cows are actually anthro female holstein cattle, a third bigger than humans and part of a mutual symbiotic relationship with the farmers: humans get milk, they get some relief and payment.
Scribe Seat [Commission]
The wolf and stallion looked each other in the eye for a few seconds before the male holsteiner erected his neck and backed off from the desk. “i got it! i finally got it!”
They Don't Want you to Know This (HMOFA)
This is betty holstein, signing off." \>i can't help but chuckle, what a strange set of beliefs mrs. holstein seems to harbor \>shadowy cabals of lizard people? ancient heifers with deadly horns?
Prank the Seniors
The charbray bull wasted no time in fucking the holstein friesian bitch, his hands gripped firmly about her waist as his strong hips got to work of rutting her.
Discovering His Hooves - Detour [Commission]
Fuchs barely had the time to blink before the holsteiner mare had turned around and presenting her hefty backside and glistening mare cunt to him.
Any Port in a Storm, Part 1
The wide wet nose of the holstein nudges his neck again pushing him closer. his soft nose touches her udder and a dip of milk squeezes out of her teat.
No shirt, No shoes, No diaper, No service!
While the holstein barkeep was busy soaping up the well-used cloths with a nice froth of hand soap, a new lady of the pasture came up to take her turn.
Flagging Yellow
Even amidst a mingling crowd of scantily clad men decorated in just as colorful garb, there was just something about the goliath holstein that made him stand out.