His horse body is still seated, but his human torso is pressed against me. His hands start to wander, one reaching for my breast while the other travels under my dress. There’s a small moment of release of pressure from his mouth, and I turn my head to the side and scream as loud as I can. Donny’s hand darts to my mouth, and his other reaches for his giant penis, stretching from his horse half.
Not just because I don’t actually form pictures in my head but I can’t imagine what this is meant to look like
