"Exceeding Adult theme, not for the young, squeamish, or those of high society"
Roaming soft finger taunt my piggy boar maleness into spurting juices. I find their touch so inviting i can think of nothing other than living as some rude and crude bestial animal, a pig and boar, wishing to mount, hump, thrust, and give pleasure to needy and wanting sows.
One young Satyress takes her finger and encircles the wrinkled lines of my piggy boat butt. She is seemingly captivated by how my anus is puckered and looking like it is asking to be kissed.
Another young Satyress beauty is working the tip of her tongue on the tip of my then totally inhuman and uncircumcised male shaft. She maons with her own pangs of sensual lust, ready with just a granting gaze from me to engulf my shaft and suck on it like some icy popcicle.
Yet another lovely creature, a Satyress blonde is tracing her finger about my overly huge big balls. Her soft finger and the long pointed nail traces the jest and size as if she would I mount her and fulfill her wild dreams of being ever so full of semen she might just burst.
I lay on my rounded back, held in this position by a male Satyr, he was one that was insturmental in my being as I am, and to him i feel as if a brother.