Amber stood still her eyes closed as the salty taste of semen thinned and soon was swallowed away. Her now nimble fingers and hairy palms reach to massage a sore and roughed pair of pussy lips.
The oily semen still dripping from her pussy reminded her of the crude satyr who in that moment of helplessness did use her as his pleasure.
A tight fist squeezed her crotch and wiped away the slime. Turning she now looked up into the lustful stare of Silvanus. Her mental wish was to run and be free from these sex maniacs, but a deep sexual drive suggested to stay and bury herself in bestial pleasure.
"Come my young one' meet our tribe!" offered Silvanus as he gestured with his hand to walk ahead of him.
A woman walks with grace but a satyr walks with jolting moves. Thighs jiggle with each step, boobs now DD size bounce about making satyr males lick their lips to suck. A tail no woman ever had to deal with wiggles of it's own accord when your mind thinks of sexual pleasures. Clothing all gone you stand as those around you gape at a hairy lipped pussy dripping from her last mated pleasure. Hips swish and you can see your movement draws the males close with lusts and red cocks erect and willing.
Looking over your shoulder one wonders if this is going to be the life you'd picked if not having been shoved a little??