She stood there naked, except for the rubber pig snout on her face, pointed pink ears clipped onto her head, and the short pink pigtail butt plug protruding from behind. Her light brown hair was braided into pigtails, each held together by a little pink bow. The insides of her thighs were wet. The lube from the tail plug must have trickled down as she slid it into herself. I could tell she was feeling a certain type of way by the look she was giving me. Her head was tilted down, but she was looking up at me with a devilish smile on her freckled face. She looked cute, innocent almost. For now. Was she ready for what I had in store for her?I looked her up and down, “You wanted me to treat you like a pig, but do pigs stand on two legs?”She giggled and Rus Escort İzmir obediently got down on all fours, still looking up at me with a grin. “Do I look like a cute little piggy now?”“Not yet. Do cute little piggies speak?”She giggled again and wiggled her butt. “Oink oink.”“That’s what I thought. Follow me,” I instructed her.I led her down the hallway to the kitchen as she followed behind on all fours. She turned the corner into the kitchen and was greeted by a plastic tarp covering the floor. Two metal buckets were sitting in the middle of the tarp, each with a lid on top. One was labeled “DINNER” and the other was labeled “DESSERT”.She looked up at me with a slightly confused look on her face. She must have izmir otele gelen escort been under the impression that wearing a pig nose and butt plug would have been enough for her to get fucked the way she wanted.I looked down at her and smiled. “If you want me to fuck you like a pig, you’re going to have to act like a pig. Now, do you want dinner or dessert first?”The smile returned to her face. “Dessert,” she said, quickly realizing she wasn’t supposed to talk. “I mean, oink oink,” she corrected herself and giggled as she crawled to the bucket labeled “DESSERT.”I removed the lid, revealing the bucket’s contents – a sweet mixture of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and half-melted ice cream — all of Buca escort bayan her favorites. She giggled and went to stick a finger into the sweet substance, but I stopped her. “Do pigs have hands?”She hesitated, but slowly lowered her face into the bucket towards the melted goodness. She stuck her tongue out and began carefully licking.“Do pigs care about keeping their faces clean when they eat?” She started turning her head towards me, mouth open and tongue still out, and I reached down and pushed her head into the bucket, holding it in the melted sweetness for a few seconds. As soon as I let go, her head popped up out of the slop, mouth open in shock. Her face was covered in the gooey brown mixture. It was dripping off her rubber pig nose and down her chin onto her bare chest. After collecting herself for a few seconds, she wiped the mess from her eyes and looked up at me. She licked her lips and let out a little oink, and then put her head back into the bucket of the melted brown mix. She knew she’d have to embrace it if she was going to get what she wanted.