Billy's head snapped back, his back arching, his spasming cock popping out of the girl's pussyhole. The Mexican held him, gasping, as the crowd cheered and Billy's jism spurted onto the girl's ass. His young prick flexed just as wildly as the dogprick had, spurting just as far. His jism was whiter, however, glistening on the girl's brown skin.

When Billy had finished spurting, the fat Mexican placed his boot squarely on Billy's ass and launched him into the crowd, which cheered and laughed, welcoming him back.

Connie whimpered, shaking all over, her mouth clamped shut by Matt's fingers. Suddenly Matt's hard, naked cock was sliding against her ass. He'd forced her jeans down enough to bare her ass and now he was humping against it. He pushed his cock down farther, slipping it between her legs, fucking her between her thighs. As his long prickshaft slid along her greased crotch, she weakened in his arms, dizzy, helpless. He unclapped his hand from her mouth and she moaned softly, delirious with desire. She hadn't felt a hard cock between her legs in months, so many months, not since she'd divorced Sam.

In the ring, four Mexicans had hold of the naked girl, two of them puffing on cigars as they lifted her. The four men, two on each side of the donkey, held the girl by the torso and legs as they lifted her against the underside of the beast. The girl reached up, her small brown fingers clutching at the donkey's ribs as she pulled her tits up against his furry abdomen. The men holding her legs forced them wide apart and the girl pointed her brown toes like a gymnast. A fifth man, squatting between the donkey's hind legs, lifted the beast's baseball bat cock, wiping the dripping tip of it against the girl's jism-dripping pussy.