pervert old man satyrs with heavy balls and thick horsecocks between their legs, handing u another drink they swear isn’t that strong and helpfully guiding u away from the fire with one hand up ur shirt
he smells like musk and beer breath and your head is spinning and it’s hard to think, and he doesn’t even seem to notice when you try to push his hands away, he just keeps feeling you up and asking you stupid shit like “so how old did you say you were again” and “your party’s staying the week in town yeah? yeah, we’ve got time”
and before you know it you’re bent over a log in the woods taking eight inches of virile satyr cock and moaning like a whore. “fuck, yeah, that’s it,” he’s grunting in your ear, the fur on his thighs coarse against your ass, “just like that baby, fuck you feel good, shh, shh don’t fight it, just let it happen kid, oh yeah you liked that, tightened up real good, fuck.”
and you can’t help it, his hands are so rough and his cock is so thick, fucking you like he doesn’t even care who you are, you’re just a warm hole to jerk off with, and it feels so good…
you come, probably. he certainly does. you can feel it dripping down your thigh when he pulls out with an obscene sound. “fuck, yeah,” he sighs, sitting down beside the log you’re still bent helplessly over and patting your ass. “good shit, kid.”
after a while he gets up, and hauls you to your feet. “c’mon,” he says, in a tone even your drunken mind doesn’t like. “i’ve got some friends who’d love to meet you.”
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