Texas exhaled slowly, her face tight with tension. She was still kneeling, her head tilted slightly to look up at Annabelle. The cow's heavy breasts swayed slightly as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, watching the weasel with that same lazy confidence.
"I don't got much choice, do I?" Texas said, her tone resigned rather than defeated. "I ain't got nobody out here to watch my back, and I ain't built for running with the pack."
Annabelle nodded, her face impassive but pleased nonetheless. "Smart choice, little lady," she said, reaching down to haul Texas to her feet with one massive hand gripping her upper arm.
The weasel's muscles tensed as she was yanked upright, her claws flexing instinctively before she **** them to relax.
Annabelle's grip was firm but not painful—just a reminder of her physical dominance.
Texas looked up at the cow's face, her golden eyes flickering between apprehension and **** acceptance.
"You'll make a good bitch," Annabelle rumbled, leaning down slightly to bring her face closer to Texas's. Her breath was warm against the weasel's furry face.
"Just remember your place, and things'll go smooth as butter."
Texas shivered involuntarily at the words and their effect. The cow's presence was overwhelming—her sheer size and the unmistakable aura of power that surrounded her. Despite her initial protests, Texas felt a strange sort of comfort in being under Annabelle's protection, even as she chafed at the implied subservience.
"Alright then," Texas said, speaking softly. "What do ya want me to do now?"
Annabelle's grin broadened.
"First things first, bitch," she growled, using the word almost fondly now.
"You need to understand that your job is to take care of me."
she turned around and bent over exposing her fat ass to texas
“now get on your knees and kiss my fat ass!”
Annabelle's massive rear end fills Texas' vision as the cow bends forward slightly, her thick tail lifting slightly as she presents her backside. The sweaty, creamy cow skin of her ass glows faintly in the dim cell light, the roundness of her buttocks unmistakable as she legs spread slightly to brace herself.
Texas' breath catches as she looks at the offered target. Her instincts war within her—pride screaming to resist, self-preservation whispering that this is a necessary first step. She swallows hard and slowly lowers herself to her knees, the concrete rough beneath her furry palms.
Texas hesitates for a moment, her nose nearly brushing against the smelly skin of Annabelle's ass.
She closes her eyes and presses her mouth against the massive cow's massive rear, giving it a quick, chaste kiss.
As soon as her lips make contact, she tries to pull away, but Annabelle's hand shoots back and grabs a fistful of her hair, holding her in place.
"That ain't how we do it here, bitch," Annabelle growls, her words laced with amusement and warning. She slowly rocks her hips, rubbing her ass against Texas' face.
"Show me some fuckin' respect when you kiss my ass."
Texas freezes for a moment, then exhales sharply through her nose before leaning in again.
This time, she opens her mouth slightly, her warm breath ghosting across Annabelle's flesh before she presses her tongue against it, dragging it in a slow, wet stripe from her tailbone up to the very top of her crack.
The cow moans softly, the sound rumbling through her body and vibrating against Texas' face.
"That's it," Annabelle purrs, her grip in Texas' hair loosening slightly.
"Show me you can be good." Her tail flicks lazily as she sways her hips, presenting different angles for Texas to explore with her mouth and tongue.
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