He then went to the drawer to retrieve a medium-sized metal butt-plug. He told her to bend over and she whimpered slightly as he greased the small toy... He grinned as he played with her rear opening, pushing the end of the butt-plug in and out. Finally, without warning, he pushed it all the way in and she gasped. She stood back up, feeling wet and greasy where the butt-plug had been inserted. Her vagina moistened with the tension. He then pulled out a short black button down dress and pulled. Cooing at the pressure on the corners of my mouth once more, I felt the ridge of his bulbous helmet push into my mouth, forcing my jaw open. My tongue lavished his cockhead with appreciation of its sheer size, his lips curled in a smirk while his cold blue eyes pierced into my own, watching me fawn over his huge mastodon. “Doesn’t matter how stuck up she might be, give her 18” of the thickest fuck tool she’s ever seen and every woman becomes a wanton little whore. Isn’t that right, Ms. . He walked with her guiding gently, the patter never changing, loving and sweet, caring and low. She wheeled on him, bucking, slamming her hooves into him. The ground hurt. The ground doesn’t usually hurt. Odd bits of thoughts flitted through his head and he waited. He couldn’t see her and his patter hurt. He was cold and the night was long, but the patter never changed, even husky with pain. He waited, eventually sitting slowly with the sun. Was that her? His head spun. Even he wasn’t sure what. I then heard a “psst” sound.When I turned towards the sound; I saw a cock in the wall to the room on the right.I was all caught up watching the room to my left; I didn’t hear the right room being entered.By now I couldn’t resist any offered cock and quickly flew to it.I had his cock engulfed in my mouth and sliding; in and out of my throat.So I stroke his shaft; while licking his head before engulfing it again.After close to five minutes he too; pulled away from me.I thought here we go.