She swallowed the last mouthful greedily.

Her slender throat worked as she gulped it down. Then she drew her lips off of the stallion's dark cockmeat. She kissed his pricktip fondly and affectionately, as if out of gratitude for the lovely load of jism it had spurted into her voracious mouth. A glob of cum oozed from the cleft of his massive cockhead. It surprised Brenda. Where in hell did that come from? she wondered. It disturbed her a little; when Brenda milked a cock, she liked to get every available drop. But she guessed that the horse's prick was so long that it must take a few seconds for the final drops to run from his balls to his knob. She would have to remember that in the future – to keep sucking for at least a full minute after the horse had shot his load.

She tongued the last glob up.

Then she used her hot, nimble tongue to lave all over his meaty knob and down his leathery prickshaft, gathering up whatever cum had escaped her lips and trickled down there.

She leaned back, a dreamy smile on her cum-soaked lips, jism glistening on her chin, on her thrusting tits, and on her belly. What a delicious load, she thought. Brenda guessed that she would rather drink cum than just about anything. She liked to come, herself, of course, but that was no problem. Now that she was all worked up from blowing the stallion she would climax at a touch. She could simply rub her clit, or she could finger-fuck her cunt, or she could mount that stallion, naked, and squirm around on his back until her pussy melted.

She gazed at his cock again.

Someday Brenda wanted to have the stallion fuck her. But she was a little afraid to try it because his cock was so damned big. His prick might not fit up her cunt. It might stretch her out of shape. Maybe after a horse had fucked her, her pussy would be too cavernous for a man's cock. A guy might not make contact at all when he slid his human prick up a stallion-stretched cunt.