The key fits, the key is twisted in the lock, and the door knob turns, the front door opens, and Sammy, the all night chicken frying fiend has come home, but to what?
As the door swings open Sammy meets Melissa, she a lite sleeper, heard the car drive up and its door slam shut. She got up, having to brush off her two playmates, they nursing as they slept. Coming to open the front door, Melissa stands about two feet taller than does Sammy, he standing on the front porch, needed to step up and inside the foyer of the house.
Expecting to meet and greet a sleepy - eyed friend, Sammy gets an eye full of lust - filth coated woolly Satyress sex, Melissa standing on hind goaty legs, with wiggling goat hooves, she is aroused at the sight of seeing the tired, but hard working young man coming to find rest from a long night of slinging chicks into a fat fryer.
"What the fricken chicken are you?" Sammy makes his statement, a reasonable question considering what he looks at first, as his head cocks back and he peers up at his first ever seeing a glorious Satyress in the flesh.
"Me, just the best sex partner you may ever know, and likely too, the last partner you will ever have, or before you become as some horny buck goat screwing anything female that comes within range, near enough to your hot pink, pointed pecker, the name is Melissa, Mistress Melissa to you!" Satyress Melissa says, she reaching outside into the early morning humid warmth and taking hold to Sammy with her hands to the back of his head, she forces him to get a penis head view of what he like the others felt an ever growing need to see, lick, insert, thrust, and inseminate into for a long time to come.
Dragged headlong into the house, the front door slamming shut, the noise awakening all there, Melissa turns her head to stare at a bathed and soggy Adobe. The muffled mutterings of a young man facially drowning in the excited flood of Satyress vaginal juices, such that infects, degrades the mind, and tends to weaken the morals of man, woman, of any beast.