That One's Free

The horse shook his head to clear it, spitting off to one side and rubbing a thumb against his split lip. His watched his opponent carefully as they continued to circle one another, chuckling deeply, his hard cock bobbing in the air before him—and now dripping, after the last hit.

“Alright,” he said. “That one’s free.” He gestured his partner closer with a slowly hooked finger, while the other slid down his body to grip and shake his erect cock at him. “But it doesn’t change what I said. When we’re finished here…I’m gonna bend that pretty kitty body over, and fuck you real hard.”

He brought both hands up to his face, and snorted hard, eyes narrowing. “Let’s do this.”