Turning her attention back to the throbbing horse c**k, Etta once more pressed her pouting lips onto the fleshy head of the prick, nuzzling it with a kiss. Working from different angles, she ran her lips over the surface, spreading a glistening sheen of saliva and precum over the tender skin. She ran grasping fingers back along the length of the prick, down to the huge nut sack, and stroked back, milking the beast. The stallion stomped and snorted with delight, shuffling his rear hooves to a wider stance. Her tightly clasped fingers stroked back to his balls. The beast lunged with his haunches, driving his c**k forwards. Etta's head bobbed, pushed back by the forceful f**k-thrust. Her hands glided forward, and the stallion drew back, readying for another lunge. Etta's head rocked forward,
