A Certain Role Play Sample

A mild yelp of confusion escapes Brianna's hungry lips as she's overturned, and you see her eyes gazing up at you with a perplexed look; for a brief moment you note that her body seems to have tensed up, a small blush streaks across her face while arms lay raised beside the sides of her head. With you having forcibly reversed the roles on her so suddenly, did the act perhaps temporarily snap her out of her lust-driven state? Or had she simply not been expecting you to take the dominant role?

"Don't get too much ahead of yourself," you tell her, the statement making her blink in silence, stunned enough by the recent turnaround to let you continue. "I'm not all yours... yet."

The grin you then flash her has a visible effect on the bovine beauty, eyes widening as her flushed face spreads and develops a darker shade of crimson; your portrayal of confidence and willingness to dominate the girl seems to have made her nervous, yet if the returned aggression she gives you (once you lean down to resume your french kissing) is of any idication, she's more than excited.

She flinches as your hand begin to grope her enormous globes, and a mewl of delight is moaned into your mouth. As she moves to clench one of your hands into one of her own to help fondle her tit more aggressively (milk spurting messily into your palm), Brianna once again reaches her free hand to grasp the back of your head... however, you manage to move before she can take hold of you, the kiss abruptly broken. Leaving a briefly whining cow-girl with lonely lips, her wordless pleas are quickly replaced with lewd moans as you work your mouth down her body.

The holstaur giggles a little upon having her stomach kissed and teased, your ministrations tickling her momentarily... until the realization of your motives hits her. You notice her lift her head to gaze down longingly as you approach her most precious place, and it becomes clear that she wants you to take care of it as thick thighs are spread to give you easier access.

"L... Lorgan...?" She whispers shyly, uncertainty evident in her tone despite her body's direct message for you to continue on... to which you greedily abloge. You are happy that she had invited you by spreading her legs like that, but the panties had to go. You grab the pink fabric with your intent obvious, and Brianna voicelessly cooperates. When the final piece of clothing is finally gone, she spreads her delicious legs for you once again. You hardly note that her mound is sopping wet and quite swollen (even moreso than what you saw when her panties were on).

You just want that pussy.

Brianna lets out a cry of utter ecstacy upon having your face dive into her and begin feasting on her sex. Her body noticeably shudders as you plunge your tongue inside, head thrown back as she rides out the pleasure; the girl doesn't even notice you remove your own clothing, her focus entirely on your given attention between her legs. It isn't long before you feel a hand gripping your hair, forcing you further into her sexual floodgate... but you are too soon finished unchanging, and as much as you would love to continue drinking from her lower fountain, you have two more at her chest that you need to drain first.

But not before your own needs are met. That is why you undressed after all.

Once again you rise, and Brianna stares into your eyes as she releases you from her grip; her emerald jewels then glance back down and widen, locking onto your shaft as you align the crown with her dripping opening. Before she could even mentally prepare herself, you enter her awaiting folds, slipping deep into her flesh hole; her entire body shudders, a throaty "moo" escaping her mouth through clenched teeth... before a hand slaps over her lips and her face goes bright crimson with embarrassment.

More moans follow, albeit muffled behind her fingers as you enter further. Her legs begin to curl around your waist, hooves resting over your butt as you seem to come across a layer of resistance from within her, halting your descent momentarily. You are in no way inside her all the way, the realization of her being a virgin crossing your mind. You see her face, and it's quite apparent that your panting, drooling lover wants more than anything for you to continue onward, a pleading and desperate expression splayed over her features.

Her fingers are kneeling her supple breasts, milk leaking everywhere, yet she doesn't seem to care. She's little more than putty in your hands now, made of complete, wanton lust...