(Hector better step up and do his j9b tonight😤😤))

-he nodded, his face red-
“I- it’s just-“
-he didn’t know how to say “hey, sorry I moaned, it’s milking season and I’m stuck here-“ without making it weird, so he just nodded and turned his head-

-he covered his face slightly, his ears dropped, then he recovered slightly, face still red, and he just looked out the window at Baby-

(So. Embarrassed-)

-He ran his hand over his mouth, and then through his hair as he looked outside...it was getting dark and the rain had picked up-
-he mumbled- “shit..I didn’t know it. Was time again already...”

-Silas let out a small moan, his face red, and he tapped the roosters beak and shooed him away-

(Mmmm nice cock)

-he gave the rooster lil kisses, and set Em down on the pile of his cloths, like a bed-

(😌 go wild)

Xd))

Just givin you some ideas ;). )’

XD))

So many ideas- brain go Brr-))

(I- you know how cows have utters and shut...what if that’s the way with like his Nipples....like they don’t produce milk when you squeeze Em, but like you gotta work it out- and it hurts his chest when he isn’t “milked” but he’s really sensitive- I-))

(WELL HECTOR BETTER HURRY HIS ASS UP SO HE GETS THE CHANCE, OR THE ROOSTER IS THE ONLY COCK HE IS SEEING TONIGHT - XD I’m sorry XD))

-he takes another sip-

-Silas smiles, and picks the rooster up, holding it like a baby- “so cute🥺🥺🥺”

(My mans a animal whisperer now😌😌🤠🤠🤠))

-he smiles, then looks at the roaster, and pets it, hyper fixated on that no-

(Poor Hector, has to deal with this Dumbass🥺🥺)))

-He took the cup, and took a sip, looking outside, flinching as the thunder roasts again-

LMAO XDXD))

-he looked at Hector, and crossed his arms, slightly pushing his chest up (☺️)- “oh..uh...yeah...just was never real found of storms is all...freak me out”

(Not me giving him cow like mannerisms-)

-Sylus leaned aginst a counter, his ears dropped, so did his tail-

(Big mans scared of storms ;-;))

-he smiled, his ears perked up a bit- “it’s the least I could do” -thunder roared, causing* a loud bang, making Silas jump a little..he hates storms-