CoC Revamp Mod (I FORGOT THE NAME OF THE COWGIRL ) Buttfuck

Milk, huh? No, that won’t do. You tell the cow-slut to roll over and get on all fours. She struggles to comply, heaving her hefty body until she’s wobbling on all fours, nearly falling into the dirt. You circle her, eyeing her like a predator salivating over a raw steak. She shivers, sending ripples of motion through her plump, sun-kissed backside and swinging melons. Her skirt rides high, ruffled and pushed up on her back, but Isabella dares not lower it under your watchful gaze.

You shrug out of your spider-silk armor and expose one of your shafts to the warm, breezy air, allowing them to harden precipitously. The turgid flesh of one of your peckers grows harder and harder, egged on by the sight of Isabella’s dark pucker and juicy, leaking cunt. Isabella looks back with a mixture of fear and primal lust. She doesn’t seem to realize she’s begun to wiggle her hips back and forth, teasing you with the plump, sweat-soaked curves of ass and the snake-like motions of her tail.

Isabella moans, forgetting her wounds between the sight of your naked body and her lewd, compromised position. “Vould you... put it inside me? Please, I’m so sorry I didn’t let you ravish me. Take me, violate me vith your spear of lust!” she pleads. Her attempt to talk dirty is so bad it nearly makes you cringe. She was better off moaning and mooing like a beast in heat, and perhaps it would be best to treat her like one.

You advance and grab her tail, yanking the bovine appendage back to pull those glorious ass-cheeks closer to your meaty shaft. It’s probably the best suited to the task, out of your pair of fat cocks. Isabella’s eyes widen with from the sudden pressure of your crown pressing against her dark pucker, and she voices a moo of discomfort when you slap her moist backside. You ignore it and pull harder on her tail, forcing her anus to devour your entire huge cock in a single stroke.

The over-endowed redhead shudders underneath you, her muscles clamping involuntarily with such force that you’re immobilized mid-thrust. Somehow she holds you like that, squeezing with enough force that your crown feels like it could pop. You slap her ass hard enough to leave a handprint on her plump posterior, the spreading shock pursing Isabella’s lips just as it dilates her anal ring. She grunts wordlessly, too far gone to give voice to her complaints. You slam back into her sweltering embrace hard enough to make the clap echo off some distant landmark.

Milk audibly 'drip-drip-drip’s in the dirt, disgorged by the cow’s wobbling udders. Isabella’s loud grunts begin to change with each prick-sheathing thrust, adding a low whimper of lust to her voice until the cow-girl is letting out long moos of contented desire. You let go of her tail and grab hold of her waist. Fingers dig into the red lace of her corset with every pull, dragging the red-head’s near-heifer-sized cheeks into your flared thighs. She still squeezes around your shaft but not with the dick-crushing tension she exerted before.

You pull on her hair, twisting the short red tangles in your finger to arch her neck and hold her still. Her pussy spews out a few strands of girl-juice that cling to your legs, hanging and stretching with every sticky slap against her body. The rising pitch and volume of Isabella’s moo is the only warning you have, and even that doesn’t prepare you for the force of her orgasm. Her body convulses from hoof to crown, starting with her bronzed thighs, and then moving to her sweat-soaked ass-pillows. Finally it spreads through her arms and swinging udders, unleashing a torrent of sweet-smelling breast-cream.

The twitching, squeezing spasms of the cow-girl’s passage shoot fireworks of pleasure up your spine to burst in your brain. You grunt and rut, pounding Isabella’s pre-cum oozing hole and feeling the cum build up inside your two baseball-sized testes. Though you could never impregnate such an orifice, your instinct to fill her tightness with male essence has taken over, and you won’t be satisfied until her asshole is leaking your seed. Heat wells up from your duo of baseball-sized gonads, signaling the time to teach the haughty broad a lesson, at last.

Isabella’s short red hairs slip through your climax-weakened fingertips, but focused as you are in the feeling of orgasm boiling from your urethra, you don’t care. Jism erupts inside her, spouting from your dilated cum-slit into the cow-girl’s deepest, darkest recesses. Isabella’s full-body orgasm had been winding down, but the feel of being packed with your spooge sets her off all over again. Her arms give out and she lies down in a milky puddle of her own creation, squirting mud and cream from the edges of her now-pressurized tits.

Spent at last, you give her rump a solid smack and draw back from her sloppy, smutted sheath. Isabella slumps down and closes her eyes, though her rump stays pointed up in the air, displaying the seed you left puddling in her rectum. Amazingly, the milk she was leaking in the mud seems to have been absorbed already, leaving the earth dry and dusty once again.

You get dressed and set off, feeling quite proud of how you handled the haughty foreign bovine.