Sasha gets lost in those huge, cum-churning balls. She loved getting her vision blocked and her ability to speak taken from her, all the while being forced to take in the sexy minotaur's musk. She nuzzled the balls, licked and sucked on the skin, taking in the scent and getting it all over her, marking her for everyone else to smell. A way of declaring herself the worthless cock sleeve to any other creature looking to also dominate her slutty throat. The crocodile whore brought her head back, huffing loudly and dripping wet between her legs. The musk of her superior bitch-breaker made her dizzy and horny beyond her own feeble comprehension. All she wanted now was to break her jaw around that oversized fuck-meat. God, it was as intimidating as it was mesmerizing, and this cumbucket was as hungry as she was desperate.

She wrapped her lips around the taur's tip, already stretching her jaw wide and whimpering slightly. The useless bitch could bearly take a few inches, but she didn't let her own useless body make her give up. She forced herself to take in more, opening her maw wider and letting a tear fall from her eye, planting a hand on both of the creature's muscular furry legs. Her head traveled down the wide horsecock, getting a gag as it hit her uvula, yet kept pushing on. Her hands squeezed her superior's thighs as she struggled to keep calm.

Eventually, she pulled away, the pathetic broodwhore couldn't get herself to take the flare and choke herself on the cock. She was drooling from the maw, falling on her tits and sliding down the shaft of your cock. She looked like a mess, a disappointing, Minotaur-wanting mess.