This choice: She-devil is in the saddle • Go Back...Chapter #6She-devil is in the saddle by: Adobefats   Something inside you urges a desire to become equal to your sensual tasks, as taking in a deep breath, holding of it helps to give a steadiness, as for aiming, as spiked entry into Lysaila, making she as you moan from feeling seduced.
Humping, thrusting, relishing the raw sensations, Lysaila is in control. You try to step closer, swaying the pelvis, urging ever deeper the nut shaped head of that sixteen inches of hot lust wanting maleness. As Lysaila pushed back to meet the forward thrusts, keeping your mind occupied as your body begins to contour toward looking more like a brute male of a goat.
You are busy humping, but take time enough to look over her broad back, seeing Lysaila smiling, she as were you feeling as felt amazed at how nice is your relationing.
"Step close my Master and begin the ritual for this month of being to us as our buck goat. You must finish with all four of us tonight and each night to regain your human form by day. As if you fail to complete your duty to our needs, and the Master agrees to remain as a buck goat for the remainder of this month. Foolhardy a buck goat we offer you no guarantee of a life to live being a herd sire big buck goat, and run the chance as maybe put to pasture or sent to market?"
You look up and away from the business below, as take account of what is your very endowed male goat self. As the thrust-slapping continues, as furry testicles bang against hocks, your tail wiggles from the sense of delight, you feel a coming thrust.
Blasting out a spewed load, the want is to find another friendly female form, as with a shiver you walk to the next pretty doe, and press into her goat sex your stiff member. Lysaila moaned knowing your pleasure and that of her sister devil. More pelvic thrusts and a long cock presses in so deep that winking lips of goat sex tickle at the furry sheath, as grabbing at long hairs which grew along the sides.
Wild feeling makes for a head tossed high as you yell a scream of male goat passion. The second she goat feels too your second fired inside her, as she more than did Lysaila makes you able to urge toward a third and forth orgasm before moving on to the next sweet nanny. Again and again the loads are spewed into the other goats, filling them to overflow as Lysaila stands near, she watching, awaiting her second tour of frolicking.
Fun frolicking finished the two sisters of Lysaila as you went to visit your familiar, she stands there in the aisle-way her arm outstretched and hand with black index finger pointing toward the red glow of a rising sun.
As the light beams of sunlight streamed into the barn, as semen drips from a still stiffly erect goat cock, Lysaila announces you failed in your duties and must remain as is a male goat until next month frolicking time.
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