- Almighty! Today I want a male like never before. The whole body just itches in a request for affection.

She stroked herself harder and harder, as if she wanted to tear off the skin. Her pussy just expires with the juice of desire, everything in the house is saturated with musky smell, bedding, pillows, even a carpet. Even the games that she plays with herself for the last week do not help. Before bed, she clamped a pillow between her legs, one of the corners plunged straight into the throat of desire. By morning, the pillow was wet, and the desire did not pass.

On the table next to the mirror lay a lot of items, with varying degrees of similarity with the members of the males, but not one deceived her today. It was already passed stage. Choosing a pair of bigger things, she stuffed them into her pussies. Toys entered without difficulty, only issuing a small sob-chomp, so everything was wet inside her. “Big pussy,” so she called for her vulva, stretched, taking a fist-sized toy. "Small", anus, eagerly swallowed a toy smaller, as thick as the arm, but the same long. The womb nicely tensed, stretched out by toys. Feeling nicely filled, she walked around the room, trying on a weakening desire.

“Maybe even lucky today, and it will finally end,” she thought.

In the next room was arranged wardrobe. Dresses, tops, bikinis, underwear were hung and laid out all over the room. Choosing very small lace panties, she tried them on herself. A tiny triangle of matter barely covered her lips, and a thin rear ribbon hidden between elastic buttocks.

“So I will go,” she thought. “Let everyone see me hunting today.” Maybe even one normal bite. "

“Comb the fur, let the nipples stand out. Elastic tummy and tempting navel. Easy tracks down to the feet. Let glance glides over them to the most important thing for today. No makeup - it will kill the smell of desire, ”she set herself up, combing her hair in front of the mirror.

- That's it, I'm ready! She announced out loud to an empty house and went for a walk.

...

Her wish is fulfilled. Two males - a deer and a stallion, the morphs, of course, agreed to help the girl at the time of her desire. Here, in the meadow, not far from the local park, where they met. Their members were much larger than those toys that were in her bedroom. Her body seemed to burn in the fire of desire. When they entered, her body literally exploded. The orgasm was so strong that from the very first minutes until the last movement, convulsions of passion shook her. When males fell in tact, it seemed to be turned inside out. Both her pussies have long demanded just such a cruel and powerful treatment. Hot streams of male sperm washed her insides, and the desire, tormenting her last month, finally let go.

After the second call (the males changed places), she felt completely squeezed. Wool was soaked with sweat and musky secretions of her and her partners, her breasts ached from hard caress, and her body moaned from the gravity of males who leaned on her. The fur around the pussies, on the tail and on the stomach, was smeared with secretions and sperm. She frantically kissed both males at once, rewarding them for their care and assistance.

...

Right so, without wiping, with traces of the game, she came home and fell into bed. Recently, it was the most peaceful of her sleep. That's enough for a while. Week, month. But then everything will happen again. The desire will grow gradually. From barely guessable, it will turn into intolerable. And then you have to look for partners again. Strong, strong, new: