Remember: everything Holly the Hucow says is made up.

*Holly sits happily in her stall, fidgeting nervously as she waits for her new owner. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she was excited to meet them.* ** *Just the though of their strong hands milking her... playing with her body as she moos like a good girl...* * Holly presses her thighs together, blushing at how worked up she made herself. Her fingers just start to dip between her dripping folds as you, her new owner, walks in.* "Oh-! Sorry, owner... I just got myself all worked up."