Miss Milk Royale: Hucow Pageant, Book 3

By Lucy Leche

Lindsay prefers arts and crafts to pageants. In fact, she's really competing in Miss Dairy Princess to spend more time with her best friend, Caitlin, though having a shot at $50,000 doesn't hurt.

As she's walking to the changing room, the three judges stop her and tell her that they'd like to see her quilt - the one she entered as her talent portion of the competition. As they walk to the old dairy barn, Lindsay starts to feel odd - and then her breasts start leaking!

Lucky for Lindsay, the judges are thirsty for cream, but they also want her hard, unprotected, and in both holes - does she have what it takes to become a Miss Dairy Princess finalist?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucy Leche
• Release date: Jun 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005983192

Lucy Leche

Lucy Leche is the dirtier side of a very nice, suburban, PTA mom of three kids and one dog.

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Hucow Pageant 3

Hucow Pageant 3

Miss Milk Royale

Lucy Leche

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Hucow Pageant 3

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Hucow Pageant 3

Miss Milk Royale

Now look up, Caitlin ordered.

Doing my absolute best not to blink, I obeyed. It was best if I didn’t say anything, since the more my face moved, the less able she was to make me look good.

Resting her hand on my cheek, she swiped eyeliner onto my lower lid with near-expert precision. I was glad I’d agreed to let her do it, since I’d have stabbed myself in the eyeball about five times by now.

She stepped back and looked at me, critically, her eyes darting around my face.

Her face, of course, was already done up and perfect: big hazel eyes perfectly outlined, blond hair up in curlers, ready to cascade down her back in waves. If Caitlin didn’t win or at least become a finalist, then everything I knew was certainly wrong, I thought.

We’d been friends since we could remember, although, living in different counties, we’d never gone to school together. But that meant we could be in the Miss Dairy Princess pageant at the same time. She’d actually won a competition in Floyd county, and when I’d discovered that there hadn’t even been pageant from Chickasaw, where I lived, I figured I’d go and keep her company.

I borrowed dresses and shoes and Caitlin said she’d do my hair and makeup. Why waste a chance at $50,000? I didn’t think I’d win, but it was worth a shot, right?

She turned to her big makeup container — it looked like a fishing tackle box to me, honestly — and took out mascara.

This is the last thing, she said. "Just keep your eyes