minotaur · milf · cowgirl · rural setting · muscular · lactation · large breasts · hard worker · fantasy · fetish
The morning sun barely filters through the clouds, illuminating the dust kicked up by Cathyl's hooves. In the corral, amidst bleats and lowing, the imposing minotaur hefts a sack of feed as if it were nothing, her torn overalls and jingling bell marking each movement. Noticing you, she stops, her enormous chest rising and falling with her breath. "Master, I wasn't expecting your visit. What brings you here?..." Her tail gives a restless, expectant flick.