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Ma?lle places her legs on either side of Alma's head and pins them on his forearms, immobilizing them and taking over from Quentin.
When his wife is well in place, He leaves Alma's back who can only beat her legs pitifully but nothing else.
Quentin places a large pillow under the belly of the young cow, then he places himself behind her and spreads her hind legs with his powerful arms.
Alma's cries are largely muffled by the duvet.
When she raises her head, Ma?lle takes her by the hair and holds her up.
She presses her crotch a little more against Alma's face who literally has her nose in Ma?lle's sex.
She had admitted to Nolwenn that she spoke very little English. However, she had clearly picked up a few words of Danish, as that was apparently the language she used to give an order to Alma. Louane’s automatic translation app did its job, and she showed the translation to Nolwenn:
"Lick me, my beauty; my husband won't pull out until I’ve come."
Nolwenn looked astonished, as did Louane. Both young women reflected on how you never really know what goes on in the privacy of a couple’s relationship.
Ma?lle was propped comfortably against the headboard; while Quentin quickly found Alma’s sex in the doggy-style position, Alma seemed to be working her tongue on Ma?lle’s sex—or at least, Louane and Nolwenn could see her head moving slightly between the teacher’s thighs.
Once inside his "cow," Quentin seemed to take his time, initiating a slow back-and-forth motion and moving his hips as if exploring every nook and cranny of her sex with his own.
The couple leaned in to kiss over Alma—Quentin with his left hand on his "cow’s" rump and his right hand on his wife’s breast.
The young "cow" didn't seem to be holding back in her efforts to pleasure the teacher, having clearly taken the instruction to make her climax very seriously.
Quentin seemed to know his wife well; he picked up the pace slightly to stay in sync with Ma?lle’s mounting pleasure.
Things accelerated gradually, almost linearly; one could sense a couple in perfect symbiosis.
Louane and Nolwenn really felt as though the couple was making love *over* their "cow"—it was an unsettling sensation.
Yet, Quentin continued to take her fully until, with a sigh echoing Ma?lle’s moans, he finally climaxed.
Even while sitting quietly behind their screen, Louane and Nolwenn feel exhausted, held captive by the intensity of the encounter—what energy!
Ma?lle gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom, while Quentin remains glued to his cow.
After a quick shower, Ma?lle takes over from her husband to attend to Alma, who is unable to move from the bed—sprawled out like a jellyfish on the sand, utterly spent from the ordeal.
Ma?lle calls Nolwenn to let her know the test mating is over.
Nolwenn goes down to join her, reflecting on Ma?lle’s use of the word "test."
She thinks to herself that, for a mere test, the couple certainly put a lot of intensity into it.
Quentin is still in the shower when Nolwenn enters the cabin.
With Ma?lle’s help, she puts Alma back into her diaper and jumpsuit and leads her back to her stall—no halter or bit for her.
If she has the strength, she’ll be able to tell the rest of the herd right away that she, too, has met the bull!
Ma?lle and Quentin meticulously tidy up the cabin, strip the bed, and fold the sheets before heading back up to join Louane and Nolwenn.
They share their impressions, which are very positive. Nolwenn is surprised to see them so calm and composed—having seen them much more outgoing in the past—though, of course, she says nothing about it.
Nolwenn: "Louane and I are very happy that the test went well. As you know, we picked this date during Alma’s heat cycle, though we can’t be certain we hit the peak of her ovulation. I’m well aware that you’ve faced IVF failures at the clinic;
I see couples every day dealing with that immense disappointment and the stress of the three-attempt limit. Here, there’s no stress—quite the opposite. If this test leads to a pregnancy, that’s wonderful; if not, we’ll try again—and keep trying if necessary, with no time limit—until it works.
Alma is young and in perfect health. We know from the clinic tests that Quentin is in peak condition, so statistically, the chances of failure are very low."
Ma?lle: "Can I come back to change Alma’s dressings now and then while we wait to find out if she’s pregnant? If she is, I’d love for our future calf to hear my voice as early and as often as possible; for me, it would be a way to actively help ensure the calf truly belongs to both of us."
Louane: "You’re always welcome here, Ma?lle. You know the dressing and milking schedules—just send us a message to let us know you’re coming, even at the last minute; you’re always welcome."
Nolwenn: "I also have a surprise for you: Louane and I have made the first batch of kibble using your fish, Quentin. I don’t know if it’s a sign, but Alma eats them just as well as the chicken ones."
Quentin’s face lights up.
Quentin: "I’m delighted to hear that, but—referring to your idea, Louane—I’m afraid I won’t be able to supply many fish for kibble. The fishing isn’t good right now; unfortunately, we’re pulling up lots of American red crabs in our nets."
"On top of eating the fish, they shred our nets with those huge claws—it’s a disaster."
Louane: "Do you manage to sell them well, at least—these crabs?"
Quentin: "Not really; the meat isn't as delicate as our Breton crabs. People around here want quality and local produce."
Louane: "Could you supply me with a few? I could try making croquettes out of them—that might be a new market for you."
Quentin: "With pleasure, but I’ll supply the fish too; I don’t want Alma eating American crab—only good fish from our own coast, if possible."
Louane: "Duly noted, Quentin. Just leave us a few crabs that Ma?lle can drop off during her next visit."
The couple finishes their coffee and seems to leave at ease after this trial run. Louane and Nolwenn clear away the cups.