Go to the barn

You stand shaky legs, the wetness between them still dripping. Following the farmer inside the barn, the smell of the beasts inside making you cum. You dropped to your knees, shivering. The farmer grabbed you underneath the arms, lifting you and caring you through the barn.

"Wow, you must really want it today, huh?"

Unable to answer, you let him lay you, stomach down, on top of bale of hay. He picks up straps attached to the floor and deftly tied them aroud your wrists. Coming to, you try to formulate a sentence, but it still only comes out as short syllables between you panting and moaning. The farmer just ignores it, and moves behind you, rubbinghis hand underneath your skirts.

The course fingers running along your slit makes you moan loudly. "Yep, you're ready" he says, licking your juices of his finger. He unhinges a a hook, opening a door to a stall. Out came a large, brown stallion. He quickly moved his muzzle to between your legs, sniffing and rubbing against your wet cunt. You gasp, barley having time to think before the horse jumps up, placing his front hooves on the sturdy table infront of you, letting his flared tip align with you eager cunt.