Milking it for all it’s worth...
What does she think?
As the vacuum nozzles clamp around each tit, does she imagine the lips of an all-but-forgotten calf, long gone to the veal farm?
Does she dream pastures, she who has never seen the outside of a feedlot?
Does she imagine the tang of new-sprouted grass, she who has tasted only dried corn, seasoned with hormones and antibiotics?
Does she yearn to be mounted roughly by a dark, well-muscled Angus bull, she who has known no paramour but the rubber gloves and syringe of the insemination technician?
Dude, she’s just a fucking cow.
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