A pig. She wore a pink snout and pink pig ears behind her only remaining spot of hair, and her hands and feet were cuffed with leather mittens that h...d two-toed, hoofed ends. From her ass still protruded the corkscrew tail, the tip of which was now slowly oozing her pussy's juices onto a small puddle on the floor below. A ridiculous farmer's bell hung from her collar and rested between her massive tits. The finishing touch had been the ripe red apple which now gagged her. She drooled,. My effect can instill arousal, but a person's decision-making can still override the inclination.None of that mattered anymore as I tore through her hymen and thus I had deflowered her.Mrs. Robinson was then next to us, one hand reaching down to rub at Gabrielle's clit while her other hand rubbed a firm breast, still perfectly formed in youth. And when Mrs. Robinson moved to plant a juicy kiss on Gabrielle's lips, Gabrielle's pussy went nova and a bigger climax poured out through our juncture.. On the second day of the tour, she came to me. She said that she wanted to spend time with me and sat beside me on the last seat of the bus.It was around 10:30 in the night. We were traveling to some other place for the night stay. All the students were damn tired including the staff. Everyone was either sleeping or talking with each other. So there was no problem of her sitting with me alone in the last seat.In the seat before me, my close friend and his lover were together smooching. Seeing. Another man leaned over and expressed his desire to ‘make her farts sound like flute music.’ Shivering, she nervously laughed and passed him by quickly. The bell around her neck jingled noisily as she moved, making her as conspicuous as possible. After a few more degrading rotations around the bar, Eugenia nodded to Betty, dismissing her. ‘That’s right, gents, Backdoor Betty and her amazing elastic o-ring will be open for business starting at 11 pm tonight, so get lined up and have your wallet.