revealing that her swollen womanhood was drenched in musky juice; the Great Satyr licked his lips and buried his head between her legs, his burning agile tongue consuming her sweating cunt. She reached between her legs to stroke the velvet on his horns, feeling the great power in his bull neck, while he fondled her ripe breasts. It was a look that was gentle yet piercing and relentless that he gave her as his head rose. The lips were moist from his feast, his teeth white