”***The groan and those words galvanised my aunt. I still wasn’t working at full speed where logical thought was concerned, that train was still s...owly pulling out of the station, and before I fully caught on to the reality of the situation, she had my jeans at my knees and my dick in her fist. How she came to loosen the belt, unfasten the button, and unzip my flies – let alone get the jeans down past my rump – I have no real recollection. But, the truth of it was my aunt was working my cock. Then the master computer disconnected from her mind, allowing her to wake up naturally. Sarah pranced around her stall, wiggling her ass, and feeling her tail swishing behind her. She whinnied and pawed the ground, loving the sound of her metal horse shoes on the concrete floor. She tossed her head, and felt her mane fly. She loved her new skin, and the new tack her new owner had put her in, as any good ponygirl would. She kept up her prancing and exploring, till she felt sleepy. She. He said that he wouldn’t doany thing “bad”. He just wanted to mount me from behind.He told me how he liked the view of my ass as he kneltbehind me. I don’t rally like the “Doggie Style” becauseit feels a bit degrading to me, but I told him that itwould be all right.Bob rolled me over, asking me to raise my ass to make mypussy more available to me. Raising me, he kissed thecheeks of my ass, and ran his hands over my clit. Afterkissing my ass, he worked his way. .
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