Beauty raised his head to look at her. His rubbery lips quivered with a snorting sound. He shook his head as he stepped forward. His wet slobbering lips touched the sizzling flesh of Priscilla's small titties.
She reeled, her head spinning. "Oh, God, your lips are so soft and wet." Her legs were shaking. She stroked his head and rubbed her tits into his drooling mouth. "Beauty," she sighed shakily, watching the pony slobber his warm drool over her tittie meat. Her nipples were ripe and hard. Her face lit up. "Maybe this is what Tammy meant."
CHAPTER TWO
She stepped back, glanced down at her tits. They were soaked with pony spit and flushed pink from his nuzzling. Her plump tits felt swollen and heavy.
"Do you lick Tammy's tits, Beauty?" she asked him.
At hearing his name, Beauty waved his head in the air as if to answer. He brought his slobbering lips back to the creamy flesh of tittie meat. She tasted sweet, just like Tammy. His rubbery lips gnawed gently.
"Ah… ahhh… ahhh! Don't bite me," she gasped heatedly. Warm cunt juice saturated the crotch of her bikini panties as she stood in front of the pony. Her knees trembled.
Head in the clouds, she backed away from the hungry pony. Her passion had made her bold, reckless. With a carefree air, she took off her panties and jeans. She stood totally naked.
She staggered back to the pony, wrapped her arms around his thick neck and hugged him. Then passion took over.
"Un, un, un!" Moaning deliriously, she rubbed and squeezed her tits against his golden coat. Her tits scraped back and forth against the prickling hair. Needle-sharp hairs tortured her delicate skin.
Drunk with passionate lust, Priscilla slipped a bare foot into the stirrup and hefted herself up into the saddle. Naked and horny, she sat quaking astride the pony's back.