Calvin Klein's ObsessionProclaims her an "altar boy,"Complete with ornamental lantern.BELOW THE WAISTShe looks at me, her gaze directAnd unafraid, not...at all demureThese days, now she's been to the gym;Her breasts are firm, more muscleThan fat, capping pectorals like thoseOf the governor of California's used to be,Before he softened; her arms are massive,Ballooning with sinews bigger than my head;She is beautiful, but so masculine I expect,Almost, to see a cock instead of a cuntBelow, but she. She says it’s been a huge cultural change for her; things here are so different, even although the language is the same, words and phrases are different.”“So what do you know about her?”“Not a real lot; her father was a pilot with the US Navy, flew jets off aircraft carriers, they moved around a lot when she was little, one base to another as he got different postings. Apparently he was shot down over Vietnam in the war, but survived, obviously. After that, he decided to get out of the Navy,. "He's too big for your ass," she gasped."No he isn't," Wendy panted as Lobo soaked her ass with his warm spit. "I can take it." She shoved back at the anxious horse, grinding her ass into his muzzle. "Tongue me. Get my asshole wet."As if he understood, Lobo plunged his tongue into Wendy's narrow shitter. He reamed deep, his rubbery tongue exploring her tight crack.Wendy twisted on the bench. The horse's snakelike tongue was driving her wild, and she couldn't wait until her ass was stuffed with. It tangled in her hair for a moment or two and slid past her ear. Kat half imagined she could hear a throbbing heartbeat that was not her own in there. Some sort of trailing substance weeped out onto her skin, leaving a cool memory of its passing in the breeze. Then it returned to her mouth, however, and its probing became insistent.She held out as long as she could, while maintaining that semblance of sleep. Gritting her teeth as that bulbous explorer peeled back her lips using only its meaty.