Bonny slid gracefully off the pony's slippery back. His head turned and he gazed at her expectantly. Being only a dumb brute, Buck didn't know that it was naughty for little girls to jerk off animals and of course he didn't even know what a handjob was. But he was going to find out.

Bonny stroked the excited pony's arched neck and ran her fingers through his silken mane. The horse snorted and nuzzled his soft, moist snout against the girl's cheek. His haunches were rippling with muscle, pushing his prick in and out under his belly. Bonny had just creamed and yet she was hotter than ever, totally thrilled by her naughty intentions, her imagination sparking with lust, her pussy steaming again. She grasped Buck by the mane and led him off the path, into the wooded fringe that offered them sufficient concealment. The pony stepped along willingly beside her, his head going up and down. His cock was jutting out so straight and stiff that he seemed to be striding along a fence.

Bonny halted in the dappled shadow of the trees and gazed at the pony's cock and balls again, her pretty face radiant with desire. His prick pulsated as if her hot gaze had physically caressed his meat and he pawed at the earth with one hind hoof. Bonny slid her open hand down the horse's sweat-soaked flank, then paused before she touched his cock. His balls were so huge that she knew he would be shooting fuck-juice all over the place when he came, and she didn't want to get her clothing soaked with slimy pony cum. Anyhow, it would be more naughty, and more exciting to be naked when she jacked the brute off.

Stepping back, Bonny drew her tight tee shirt up and over her head. Her blonde hair cascaded and her firm tits swayed, freed from the cotton confinement. Her nipples were so stiff and vibrant that they stood out like little pink rockets ready to be launched.