Ivy feels her way towards the cows. It’s- Its like that milk shooting out is sperm! Xxx Ivy: Yes! My throat produces more milk, but I can’t save it. Ivy: Ouch! Come on, I know you’re backed up. Ivy: Come on you stupid cow, you’ve only filled that bucket up maybe one inch! Don’t stop! It hurts! Betsy stays glued to Ivy’s pussy. It’s my first day, I can’t make a bad first impression. Wait, can’t the womb hold like triplets if it needs to? She spurts again, milk overflows out of Ivy and into the bucket. It’s getting heavy! Ivy strenuously works her hands, laboring away for another five minutes. It took forever but I got it.
