He screaming never stopped as he adjusted himself and drove even deeper, thirty inches of pulsating horsecock impaling Madame French, pressing into the deepest walls of her pussy. xnx He snorted, before prancing away from the trainer left sprawled across the bale. She adjusted her glasses impatiently, and looked down at him. It was his horse, and it was uncontrollable. All she could do was shriek out, dig her fingernails into the hay, and pray for a miracle. “And I can train every horse.”
“But-,” He started, but Madame French cut him off, irritated by his comments. She struck him again and again, whip cracking against his hide. There was no give to his length, just rigid horsecock spearing though her, hammering her broken body into the hay bale as he pounded against her cervix. Madame French heard the noise and looked back, wide-eyed and glasses skewed.
