Lost in the Country, A His and Hers Tale II
Him – Chapter 3 We are encouraged into the barn, the great dane licking his face clean of your juices bounding in alongside us. My heart is racing, this had to be some kind of dream. The barn is large inside, the stalls are well maintained and the central area is filled with benches. Professional lighting equipment and cameras are everywhere, capturing the scenes of debauchery. As we approach, the brown horse withdraws from the small blonde girl on the table with an audible wet pop, and her pussy flows with a river of cum, more cum than I have ever seen in real life. The blonde lay there, panting, exhausted, a look of pure bliss on her face. She caught my eye as I stared, and winked, easily fisting herself and licking her hand …