But maybe Maria need not know!

Juanita leaned in and used her tongue like a spoon, gathering up every drop of incriminating cum from the donkey's cock-head and put of the folds of his foreskin. She placed her lips over his piss-hole and inhaled, slurping out a few slimy drops that lurked in the cleft. Her tongue bathed him thoroughly, leaving not a single trace of jism, replacing it with her saliva.

When the girl was satisfied that she had removed all the cummy clues, she sat back on her heels and licked her lips clean, relishing the burro's cum-juice to the last sweet drop and concealing that evidence in her greedy belly, determined to deceive Maria.

Then, looking as innocent and naive and demure as a girl who has just sucked off a donkey-cock can, Juanita slid out from under the brute and stood up.

This was Maria's cue, signifying that her animal had been readied for the main event. She entered the barn from the back door, outside of which she had been playing with her pussy, both to get herself ready and also because it was a habit with her. She approached the stage and paused for the adulation of the audience.

Maria was a striking woman, built like the proverbial brick shithouse. Since she was naked except for a pair of high black boots and a silver chain around her narrow waist, her charms were evident.

She tossed her head, smiling and radiant, like any more mundane performer treading the boards. Her complexion was dark, her cheekbones wide, her mouth a crimson slash across her jaw. Her eyes flashed under heavy lashes. Her cunt-bush was a wide jungle of tangled curls that spread over her pelvis. Her tits were heavy, yet firm, standing as if inflated and capped by huge, brown nipples. From her slender, silver-chained waist, her hips spread out generously and her legs were shapely and unblemished. Her ass was high and muscular, the sort of driving, churning ass that seemed to have been designed for her trade – donkey-fucking.