Cramming my arms in the thick horsehairs, I made my way out of the stables, not drawing any particular attention to myself, lest I be called ‘woman or girl’. I had a tight-fitting, long-sleeved top, black and grey tights, and black boots. You could hardly see my nipples. When I was outside and my breathing was partially under control, I used my pocket mirror to check my face. My eyes were a little bloodshot. I looked like I had been crying.
We managed to get out of the back door, and my head was swimming from crying and the thrill of pussy-eating. I hung her head between my legs, my lips no longer pricking, and I used my tongue to trace her folds, before sinking my teeth back into her. I savored the suckling, the warmth of her, the taste of her.
I ran out of the stable. Only when I was outside did the tears fall down. The taste of cum seemed to be in my mouth for days. My cunt was horny, and I knew that I had to top it off with smearing horse cum. I'd have to return to the farm later.
I arrived at the animal shelter late at night. Climbing over a fence using its stainless steel bars, I hopped past the chicken coop, then the pig pen, and kept going. I could hear animals in the distance. All around me I could hear - cat meowing, dog barking, bird chirping, and snorting. d2c66b5586