Anthrats

Pig roast on a spit

Added 2024-12-24 04:22:23 +0000 UTC

She zeroed in on his crotch, mesmerized...before she knew it, her mouth was around it, and his stubby, hooved fingers were on the back of her head, drawing her closer, further in. It was somehow the most degrading thing she'd ever experienced, and the most rapturous...she worked her tongue around it, and heard him huffing and grunting softly above her. When she was invaded from behind as well, a squeal welled in her throat and died without room to escape. The sensation was overwhelming...she soon melted around it, around both of them, settling into an obscene rhythm. As the 'dance' continued, she felt growths slapping against her breasts from beneath, then growths slapping against those growths...eventually all were in sync, and all was grunting and thrusting and undulating and squealing...and another swine joined the sty.