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Brian Matthew O'laughlen
I fantasize about horses. The thought of their luscious, inviting vaginal cavities entices me and sets aflame a primal urge deep within me. Normal creatures cannot handle the perplexities of my equinephilia, and they do not compare to the sensual feeling of burying my manhood deep within a mare. The bucket shakes as I struggle to keep my balance, my cock twisting and turning within the deep sea of her vagina. She struggles a bit at first but settles in to the rhythmic motion of my hips pounding against her haunches. I feel a heightened sense of anxiety, worrying constantly about her owner rushing through the door and catching me balls deep in her show horse. You see, a mare really learns what she likes when she has a full grown man filling her like a cream pastry at a donut shop. She pushes herself into me deeper as I thrust into her, trying to reach her wide horsy cervix. She squirms as I succeed, nickering softly. I know that she loves me as a boyfriend, and I know that one day marrying a horse will be legal in Virginia. We will share a life together and procreate adorable centaur children. My only life goal is to have a harem of mares available for my constant pleasure. I don’t care what the world says, I love mares!