This instance proved to be no different, though there was a variable I didn’t know and couldn’t factor in.The hog was a lot fucking faster than I�...�d initially estimated based on its size. We were almost on top of each other when I made my move towards the bank. The hog seemed to have a similar instinct; it made a move to its right to avoid us running headlong into each other.There was a huge flashing pain in my left thigh, then I got yanked back into the stream. Somehow the hogs fucking head was. Then he led a miniature stallion out with a hooded halter too. He instructed her to kneel on a blanket and start sucking pony cock and he would position the smaller horse to start fucking her. It was so perfect. Carla needed another sperm meal but, she wanted some dick inside now too. Jackson knew just how to handle the livestock and keep things under control to let her just relax and enjoy. She closed her eyes and savored the pony's dick taste as the miniature stallion mounted her from the. I speak of these things as if I have firsthand knowledge, yet I still hear demons echo… ‘Vicious is the whore who fucks without feeling.’ Even now ten years later, I still grow tired of reasoning. And upon the shoulders of an epiphany I heard cries of vengeance and utterances of forbidden taboos. And encased within these marbled voices I heard my Tessa call out to me in lust. ‘Sometimes we believe what we want to believe.’ She whimpered as she began to disrobe. Through this drug-educed coma. As my fingers fumbled to untie it, I felt the tears begin to well up and spill out of my eyes. I let out a small whimper as I struggled to get the damn lace untangled.I suddenly felt his hand on my arm, pulling me up. I didn't have the energy or willpower to stop him, so I just went along with it. I felt his arms snake around me and I leaned into him. I let go with the flood of tears I had been holding in and within minutes, his shirt was wet from the tears streaming down my face. After a few.