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#1 of 30 for 30
Numer one of 30 for 30! A little something I'm trying to do for the whole October kink trend. Of course, it being the thirteenth already I'll forwardly admit I'm trying to do entirely too much at once. Oh well, I'm enjoying attempting this and you'll never know what you're capable of if you don't stretch, out your limits.
Cheers,
ASSPLAY!
Open to a semi-destitute trailer home, random bits of cloth and rubbish casually strewn about. Miniature piles of passed due notices adding color to an empty beer bottle lense, assorted stock covering every bit of floor and counter besides the walked in pathways. Not much else accompanied the scene of depression incarnate, aside from a single box spring and mattress raised on cinder blocks. Sounds of arrival can be heard, then the jingling of keys, frustrated utterances in words of curse and . . .
BANG! Front door crashes open pushing the doorknob through its ever growing hole in the wall, a pink haired possum in a half opened business suit stamped her way in. Slamming the door behind her in a rage and screeching,
"Hey Chawlie, where's moi seet!" Tina's tone and east coast accent as shrill on the ears as her attitude, half lit cigarette bouncing between dry cracked lips. Chest freed shortly thereafter, baring two A cups wrapped tightly under a soiled, sweat stained bra. Pfft, with a freshly cracked bottle in hand, she realized there still was no proper seat for her ass.
"CHAWLIE! YOU FAT, CHEESY FUCK STICK HAVIN' GOOD FOR NUTHIN` GET OUT HERE ROIGHT GODDAMN NOW." Repeated shrill call drew something from the back of the trailer, a beer gutted brown draft horse in boxers thumped his way out. Tossing himself laying sideways so his elongated head hung off the side perfectly for straddling. Tina pawed her way over and took the rightful place on her bedside, "Throne."
"Poifect." Chiding as she unclasped her tit strap, warm breath of the horse's snout drying out a days worth of swampy moisture. Charlie simply lay there and fulfilled his role, as long as Tina had a chair, he had a home, food, and water, her scent of the day was just a plus. Delightful mix of ass and feminine crotch sweat permeating every nostril hair in the stallion's long nasal cavities making his naturally monstrous member swell. Tina reached back with held single bra cup in hand, placing her soiled chest covering over Charlies brown short-furred nut sack,
"Ope, hang on." She sat up undoing the single black button waist clasp, freeing a pair of white panties in matching shades of stain and kicking her secretary long skirt aside.
"Much betta." Inner fur of her legs absolutely drenched in swamp ass, their bubbling cauldron so rank it quickly overtook the dank trailer, as his long equine snout and head slotted perfectly between his queens thighs. Tina starred off thinking while taking a drag,
"Mm, I could use a good toweling off, Charles." Instinctively, our draft horse grabbed her thighs as a brace, beginning to rub the soaked fur dry upon his head. Snout tipping upward into the very most cleft of her panties would let him go, inhaling the possum he served deeply before finishing his rag work. Tina's thigh gap stunk with several days of unwashed secretary shifts and trips to the booze shop, the sweat stung his eyes extra sharply today. Gap wiped dry, Charlie went back to simply being a seat, tail whipping under him, enjoying his day with his face thoroughly marked.
Tina held up a disappointing stick of torched ash, plucking it back in her lips she sat up again discarding her panties, reseating herself a good bit higher this time on Charlie's muzzle. Curious pair of eyes now visible, looking up at her from her crotch, his solid equine head was almost the perfect shape she thought.
"Lick." Was all Tina said, reaching down and ashing on the divot in his head, otherwise unmoving until she felt Charlie's warm slippery tongue cleaning her grey and pink fuzzy dirt star. Charlie pulled back one of his favorite treats, savoring the earthy salt of his highness's flesh jewel before going back for more. Tina leaned back, practically laying on him, legs raising in a full V allowing him more access while gripping the stallion hood that throbbed over her shoulder. Charlie held her legs up at the knee, nose seated in the ripe of her business, huffing in long deep breaths while tongue punching her inner fart box.
"Yor doin great Chawly." Paying him a very out of character compliment, smiling at her seat's long cock, flaring in pulses as his tongue navigated certain spots. Taking the bra she'd cupped him with, in hand was enough to excite her pet as his actions become more enthused the longer she held him. Equine tongue dancing and delving, encircling and outright buffing her backside with excess spittle smearing on his face. Tina gave todays attempts a reward, grasping Charlie's bra cupped balls in a tight twisting grip while her free hand put her cigarette out on his frenulum. The immediate assault on his genitals sending him, hefty arcing volleys of horse semen launching themselves down Tina's belly and thighs even hitting himself in the face. Backflow assisting in calming the hiss coming from the underside of his flare while Tina resumed character as one of the mightiest whinnies rang forth and throughout the park, from Charlie and directly into Tina's ass.
"Gawd, DAMNT CHAWLIE! YOU ARE GUNNA LICK UP EVERY DROP OF YOR MESS!"