First a glob of something wet hit your shoulder, then you heard the soft grunts coming from somewhere above...you whirled around, and there she was at the top of the barn staircase, eyeing you with gleeful anticipation.
You keep telling yourself you're not into pig girls. Smelly, hairy, oinking, pudgy...the extra tits...the cute way they smile, that insatiable libido...shit, you might be into pig girls. Her grin grew bigger.