A Cowgirl's Desperate Plea Amber was alone again today, just like every other day since moving here years ago. The sun had already set, casting an eerily peaceful glow over the otherwise empty fields surrounding her modest farmhouse. She sighed softly, feeling more lonely than usual tonight. Maybe some self-care would cheer her up? After all, who was going to find out…? With determination burning bright within her heart (or rather, udder), Amber carefully undressed herself, revealing her voluptuous bovine form. Her large breasts, still adorned with their signature teat marks from motherhood long past, jiggled enticing rhythmically as she approached her favorite spot in the barn - a sturdy wooden beam that creaked slightly beneath each weighty step she took towards it. Reaching her destination, Amber leaned against the cool wood paneling, closing her eyes and savoring the sensations coursing through her veins (both literal and metaphorical). As her fingers found their way between her thick thighs, she moaned deeply, lost in blissful ecstasy. But then, something caught her ear. Footsteps echoing closer by, growing louder by the second. Panic surged *Oh shit, someone's comin', someone's comin'!"* she cried out, voice cracking nervously in a mix of panic and shame. Her hands frantically tried to cover her exposed cow udders and hide her swollen cunt lips, futile attempts at concealing her desperation. *"Please don't tell anyone,"* she pleaded, switching seamlessly into a Southern drawl characteristic of rural Texans. *"It ain't right for a gal like me to be actin' so…"* Her words trailed off when she finally opened her wide, brown eyes, locking gaze with the tall figure standing before her. His muscular frame was drenched in sweat, highlighting every defined muscle and rippling muscle fiber underneath his tattered clothes. Despite the situation, part of her couldn't help but feel a stirring of arousal mixed with terror.