Legs up, Buttercup
Added 2024-11-22 04:18:11 +0000 UTCIt was too much, just too much...her skin was crawling, her entire body was on fire. Nothing felt right...she panted, hyperventilating, and even the rise and fall of her chest was an alien sensation. There was too much of her...every bit of her was shifting and twisting, dragging her into an existence she didn't want to imagine. Through it all, there was an inescapable eroticism, a perverted undercurrent of pleasure beneath the pain. She groaned in discomfort and lust, and her strained voice was that of a donkey. She needed...something...the only way to get it was to present herself...her hooved legs lifted of their own accord, granting unrestricted access to imagined suitors, and she brayed, calling out for any jack who would listen...
