You know you are a dirty, dirty boy, for lusting after animal sex… Well, you aren’t alone.
Animal sex. What do you think of when you read those words? Could be fucking like animals? Hard sex? Could be fucking actual animals? Maybe it’s both. I grew up on a farm, and breeding always filled my young, warped mind with so much curiosity.
Firstly, Daddy would lead a stallion to the breeding pen. Warm wetness flooded the crotch of my jeans. That massive horse cock would begin to drop as he caught the scent of the mare he’d soon be mounting. I’d watch it lower and begin to swell and harden. The sheer size of it always left me with my mouth hanging open and my thighs pressed tightly together to hide my excitement. I was so worried Daddy would see how much I liked it and I wouldn’t be allowed to help, and that’s the last thing I wanted.
Daddy would lead the stallion up to the mare and he would rear up and his cock would throb and jolt. I saw that rock hard horse cock bobbing up and down in the air, trying to find the purchase of that warm wet mare cunt. I couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to be bent over, being mounted like that. What it might feel like to have that massive rigid cock poking and prodding my own tender little pussy. I know at the time he would have destroyed me, but now that I know my pussy a little better I’d say with the right preparations… you never know. Maybe I’ll check something off my kinky to do list.
Obviously, you want to talk some hot animal phone sex. Give me a call, you beast.