There was no foreplay or emotion, there was simply the horse’s lust and Raza’s tight, hot pussy, with nothing to prevent the two from satisfying one another. Her reddish-brown hair fell loosely down to her olive-skinned tits, and even at eighteen, her body was a marvel to behold in its curvaceous glory. The horse shot four last loads as Raza locked her lips once more over the cock head, giving her another bursting mouthful of semen. The horse, in its animal nature, had not questioned the morality of beastiality, or of rape, but had simply seen her hot curvy ass and had fucked her like it wanted. She wasn’t sure if it would cum again, given how much it unloaded in her tight pussy, but her question was answered when it pumped her mouth full of more hot cum. Raza watched the beast stride away as she stood still in the barn, the morning sunlight shining through the cracks in the wall and illuminating her newly shiny tits.
