I saw this beauty, she was one large mama, her but just looked like it ached to get fucked. Prance, prance, prance and I'll come and give her a sniff.
Mitch was about going out of his mind. He thought this was all a big joke, but there he stood, a cow, and feeling the onslaught of his bestial instincts.
The indignity of being mounted, hastled, the thrusting and then knowing that your body was molested by a common bull.
Tears welled up from his big round eyes, he longed to be human again but right then he was little more than a machine for cranking.