Like a firehose
Added 2024-08-20 02:20:38 +0000 UTCTheir brays echoed into the cold night air. She felt her nipples jamming into the dirt with each thrust, but was too lost in a satisfied haze to care. Being a donkey had its advantages and disadvantages...on the one hand, you had to deal with the primal, animalistic heat that felt like it was always just around the corner. On the other, there was always a firehose ready to help extinguish that fire inside her. It just didn't seem to stop...she wondered how pent up he must've been...then remembered how pent up SHE'D been, and found the seemingly-unending comingling of their fluids completely understandable.
She might have difficulty walking for the next week, and not just due to having hooves...
