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She kneels in front of you as you fall backwards into her chair.

This is not how you envisioned your day going. You were just going to go over some quarterly numbers with your co-worker. The beautiful redhead who you've been fantasizing about for weeks on end. Though those fantasies were intense, they never even crept towards this.

“Moo… idiot,” she pants, snorting as she tears your pants open. “Holy shit. You’re fucking huge,” she gasps.

She yanks her head back, forcing you to stare at her twitching snout. “This turns you on? Fucking a beast?”

“Yes.”

“Last warning,” she growls, her snout brushing your cheek, cold and velvety.

You tilt your head back. “Do it.”

She shudders, nostrils flaring wide.

When she takes you, it’s not gentle. Her throat works around you, rough and greedy, each moo vibrating through your hips. You try to warn her—gasping, twisting—but she pins your thighs, eyes locked on yours as your breathing quickens.

Her nostrils flare wider, wider, oxygen-starved and desperate, until they’re gaping black holes as you spill into her. She swallows every pulse, throat milking you.

Only when you’re spent does she pull back, saliva webbing her snout.

“Happy?” she sneers, voice raw. “Your barnyard fantasy come true?”

You lick the seam of her snout.

She breaks—a sob trapped in her throat—and collapses against you.

“I’m a monster,” she whispers.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I never thought I’d find someone who could accept this part of me,” she sobs, happily, into your shoulder.

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