A function of instinct? A function of nature? A function for breeding?I was stuffed with horse cock! Maybe only a few inches at this point, but I did ...t! I had horse cock inside me and already I felt stuffed, filled. And, we had only begun. The woman said something to me, again. She patted my arm but it felt more urgent than a simple encouragement, but I didn’t understand. Then, it occurred to me. Horses cum quickly. The times I had masturbated them and sucked on them, they seemed to need to. And finally she says “Vamos a empezar….Una gota de sangre.” We must stop if we see a drop of blood - Una gota de sangre.” The Mexican beauty is now hanging from the ceiling fan; hands tied over head, toes on the floor and with her knees slightly akimbo. The open stance emphasizes a welcoming trimmed black bushy cunt. This time I have the willow whip and look down at the handle and see to the side some beads of sweat on my erection. I draw the whip back and let it rip aiming for her bush.. He looked regretfully at his chest."Okay, you better hope this works." He closed his eyes and concentrated. At first, it looked like nothing was going to happen, but then, slowly, there was a stirring within the bra. The areas around Jim's nipples started to puff up."It's working!" Debbie exclaimed. She watched excitedly as Jim's nipples poked out like little thimbles. She squealed in delight as small nubile breasts formed on his chest and then slowly began getting larger. "Jim, you don't know. Her name was Heather and she looked just like one would expect a Heather to look. He didn’t know how old she was but the fact that she was a senior in High School was all he needed to know for his peace of mind. Just talking to her, he could tell in his pussy radar way that she was definitely not a virgin and in fact she might be a little bit twisted sexually because she told him a joke about a girl and dog that made him smile and rub her bare arm with his suddenly aroused hand that needed to.