Wearing a madwoman’s expression, Sheila stares open-mouthed at you as her muscles lock and her pussy quivers out its fitful orgasm; even her perky breasts seem to be held taut, compressed and motionless. Suddenly she rams her hips into yours violently and throws her head back, and before you can issue a word of protest, her cunt wrings your equine prick one last time with almost supernatural heat; your mind clouds over and a wracking orgasm shoots to the base of your spine, echoing back with the first wave of your ejaculation.
“Oh god!” she yells. “Pull out, before you get me pregnant!” You oblige shakingly, pulling your flared horse-cock out of her clenching pussy with a wet, sucking noise. A trickle of semen drools from between her lips as you unburden yourself of the rest of your load, squirting it onto her groin. Both of your orgasms finish up; the two of you lie there breathing raggedly for several minutes. Sheila breaks the silence first.
“Ahh, you dipstick!” she gripes. “You came in me!”
“Sorry,” you gasp, almost too spent to speak.
“You better be, mate,” she teases. Kissing your cheek gingerly, she murmurs, almost too quietly to hear, “... you’re still the best.”
You lie in the sun for some time as she strokes the olive skin of your chest, then get up and collect your gear. “Um... see you later, ok?” she says.