“Darla…, I am not so sure about what you want of me to do,” I said, as she reached her muzzle down and under by barrel of a donkey gut. I felt so weird, or lust filled from how she swished her tail; it fanning the corral air with puffy clouds of her jennet pheromones.
“Oh Darla, OH DARLA, good grief girl, your…, your tongue, it soothes from me, oh girl!” I moaned, as what she did, and did so well, her technique could sooth a volcano.
Feeling the ever so much aroused to where I wondered if a donkey cock could explode, I ducked my muzzle and began touched Darla about the base of tail. I sniffed and snorted, giving her a Jack-donkey style blowjob. As she then lifted her tail and did a sashay to bring her sleek, as shapely rump to facing me and my lolling tongue. What Tyler said stuck in my mind, “"She, Darla was a gift from the Genie, as he knew her reputation as a human slut, so he denied her being human, and like us lusty boys, she became a slutty form of one sexy jennet donkey.”
“What is this that Mason said about you, as told me you were still a virgin stud?” Darla asked as she held her tail off to my left.
“He is full of it,” I replied, not wishing suggest as to whether I was, or was not!
It was then that some dark instinct drove me to reach my muzzle close, a up snug to her black donkey jennet vulva and inhale deeply.
My upper lip rolled back as to touching my nostrils and effectively entrapped the whiff of her heady scent. If my cock was not near to bursting, it got really stretched from my sniffing her up close and personal.
I noted that she sidestepped her hind legs as to prepare her hind quarters to hold the bulk weight of a stud standing as mounted.
Instead my male donkey instinct dredged up another dark deed, and lowering my muzzle, I reached it close, and sticking out my tongue, I gave her glistening vulva a broad-tongued slurp.
My every instinct seemed as met and felt a sense of male gratitude. I leaped up, as straddling her pelvis with my forelegs and holding my libido in a higher positioning, I felt the bell shape head of the distal end to my donkey cock spread her nether lips w-i-d-e apart.
Darla felt my cock enter and she stepped slightly forward.
“Oh Honey, it is you who should be known as a stud-slut-slayer!” Darla moaned.