At length he began to flag.
Juanita was still holding his cock between her hands and now, to empty him to the dregs, she frigged up and down, jerking him off into her flooded mouth, pumping out the last of his cum-juice.
She leaned back, gazing at his cock-head as she let the last of his cum dribble down her throat. His cock-knob was still throbbing and, between her hands, his thick cock was still hard and vibrant.
Thank God, she thought.
The hairy brute was still horny.
And so was Belinda…
CHAPTER TWO
The donkey, particularly tantalized today by the steaming cunt in the audience, retained his massive hard-on.
Belinda, whose pussy had caused his potency, was the sort of girl who stayed hot even after she had creamed, a multi-orgasmic marvel of a girl with an ever-ready cunt.
She glanced shyly at Tom, who shook his head in feigned disgust, but then gave her a tolerant smile. Her behavior was unseemly, he knew – but he couldn't deny the fact that it was exciting, as well, and that he was sporting a booming hard-on to rival the burro.
The barn seemed to have come alive. The audience was panting heavily, moaning like a creature in torment. There was a delicate rustling, hissing sound pervading the place, as a dozen fists skimmed up and down on a dozen stiff cocks.
Juanita looked around, smiling with spunky lips, pleased at the reaction of the spectators. They all knew that the burro had shot in her mouth, of course. The creamy evidence of that was running down her chin and glistening on the slopes of her plump tits.