post squirt cool down

Texas's face was a filthy mess of sweat and pussy juice as Mary finally rolls off her, She flops onto her back beside the now filth soaked weasel, her massive belly rising and falling as she catches her breath, a self-satisfied grin on her piggy features.

"Mmmph... that was even better than I imagined," she purrs, rolling onto her side to face Texas. Her hand reaches out to pat her head like a pet. "You did good for your first time, sheriff."

she tried to turn her head away, but Mary griped her hair tighter, forcing taxes to look at her smug face.

she couldn't turn away, couldn't hide from the lewd scent that clings to her skin, couldn't escape the humiliation of her position. the scrawny weasel's wrists strained against the cold metal ring, muscles twitching as Mary's thick fingers combed through Texas's sweat-damp fur. The pig's other hand still rests on her belly, rising and falling heavily as she breathes.

"You look absolutely ravaged," she muses, voice syrupy with satisfaction. Her hoof-like fingers trace the outline of your jaw, smearing her slick across your skin. "I can still feel your little tongue working me over. So obedient." Her grin widens, exposing yellowed tusks as she leans closer.

Mary's breath was hot and stinking as she speaks, her face looming over her victim's. The weasel's nostrils flare involuntarily as the dirty pig stench permeates her senses. She can taste Mary on her tongue—salty and fishy, her tongue still buzzing from the unfamiliar textures of Mary's inner pussy walls. The pig's hand tightens in Texas's fur, pulling her head back slightly.

"I think we should make this a daily routine," Mary continues, her free hand now moving lower, tracing a thick finger along Texas's collarbones. "After all, a former sheriff needs to learn proper respect for her new authority. figure in her life"