Horse Cock

She had given plenty of handjobs to boyfriends over her teenaged years, and she knew the principle was the same. "You naughty horse," Dana said, always impressed by the brute's erection -- and even more impressed because Kysa was finding the sight so intriguing. "Well, okay," Kysa whispered. He tossed his broad head up, glossy mane flowing like sable silk. Dana was well aware of the erotic impact the horse was having on Kysa, her own hands soaking in Kysa's cunt juices now. Horse Cock Dana took Kysa by the shoulders and guided her in the stall with the brutish animal, and closing the gate behind them. She looked back at Dana, who was now completely naked. The potent animal's load seemed endless, his balls bottomless. The horse neighed and pranced, snorting and blowing and stamping his hooves. What would it feel like on her hands, or squirting onto her tits? What would it taste list? She blushed at such wicked, evil thoughts, but her mouth and her cunt was watering at the chance to find out. Horse Cock Kysa sneaked another furtive glance, blushing again. As she stroked up, his leathery sheath folded over the ledge behind his cockhead, and as she pumped back toward his balls, she skinned his knob into a naked slab. She leaned closer, as if drawn by a magnet. Both girls' cunts were getting wetter by the minute, but in response to different objects of desire. As she leaned, her stiff nipples poked Kysa's shoulder, causing Kysa to smile in expectation as Dana squeezed Kysa's big breasts roughly in her hands. Horse Cock She had given plenty of handjobs to boyfriends over her teenaged years, and she knew the principle was the same.