We roll in the hay as I try to insert my aching rod into her most sensual self. The feeling of strength in my forearms moves into shoulders and chest.
A feeling of masculine pride sweeps over me. She can twist a man's mind with her sensual touching. Trickling her oils down my shaft sends waves of pleasure into my groin.
Kneeling on the straw covered floor I hold out my arms for her to join me in a hug. Yet now she holds back and as my thoughts return I see forelegs not arms. Now cloven hooves adorn me where an hour before my hands groped her body.
Thighs feel stiff but the muscles feel strong. My cock waves in the air only inches from my mouth. It's base is a hairy pouch attached to my belly. The shaft in thick at the pouch but tappers to almost a point. I plead for her aid but hear my deep bovine voice.