You nearly melt. You’ve had blowjobs before. You’ve kissed lips, put your fingers on them, had them brush across your cheek. You know what lips feel like. The ones resting on the top of your equine dong have a softness, a plumpness, and a fullness to them you can barely process. Immediately you take a breath and then let out a groan. You feel rather than hear her chuckle against your dick, each motion of those dark pillows as they pull in a slight smile rubbing across you. Stammering out some degree of praise (though with how distracted you have abruptly grown you’re not sure that you even formed a coherent sentence) you grind your flared stallion-cock forward in hopes of pushing past the simple kiss that graces your top. Those pursed lips remain steadfast in their act and press lightly to your cumslit, before widening slightly and flicking her tongue against it.
Moaning once again, your hands come forward to stroke through her hair and encourage her, but you are abruptly surprised by the slapping of your wrists. “Down,” Dominika says to you, her fingers returning to stroking your base once your hands return to the bed. “This is mine to play with, not yours.” You respond the most well-spoken way you can at the moment, namely by panting slightly. Still, the thought of letting those dark lips act upon you is appealing. You can’t come up with any compelling reasons to disobey her desires. Apparently satisfied with your passive inaction, Dominika returns her attentions to your animalistic stallion-prick, dragging those lush, gorgeous lips over your head and letting all of the sensitive flesh feel and grow enamoured with them.
To your regret, they soon slip away. To your delight, they move to the side of your flat-tipped horse-member, dragging her mouth up and down the side of your prick while her palm curls around your flattened crown. She opens up her warm maw enough that her tongue can press against your engorged shaft but not so much that it covers the fat bottom lip that slides deliciously along you. You think of all the times you’ve had to jerk yourself off at camp and wish that you had at least had just this much more to aid you. Even without entering her, the glossy slide of her inky, pillowy cocksuckers elicits uncontrollable and desperate throbbing from your flat-tipped horse-member, alive with a need it only just developed. More pre-cum rises out of your prick, practically bubbling in its eagerness to be devoured.