Taste of the Horse 2

The sun had barely crested the horizon, casting long shadows across the dew-kissed meadow, when Ava returned to the spot where she had left the brown stallion the night before. She walked with a sense of urgency, her heart pounding in her chest. The memory of their encounter was still fresh in her mind, a delicious secret that had kept her awake with anticipation. She had dreamed of his powerful body, the feel of his cock in her mouth, the warmth of his cum on her skin. She had never felt so alive.

The moment Ava approached the fence, she could sense the stallion's presence before she even saw him. His scent was thick in the air, a heady mix of musk and earth, and it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She spun around to find him galloping towards her, his hooves pounding the soft earth, mane and tail flying behind him like a banner. His eyes were bright with recognition and something more primal. As he pulled up beside her, his breaths were deep and ragged, his cock already swollen with need. Ava felt her own desire stir in response, her breath catching in her throat as she reached out to stroke his velvety muzzle. ...