If you got it, work it. So she got herself looking as good as she good for a naked horse girl, unlocked the door to her office, and walked straight to the break room. She looked as she past the offices on her way there, both male and female coworkers were giving her cat calls, staring at her not-so-subtly, and giving her the sexy eyes. She ate that attention up all the way to the break room, where there were several people busy talking and eating. Taking the most obvious path and pretending not to notice, Marina did a sexy strut all the way to the fridge, listening as all the conversations immediately stopped and all the eyes focused in her direction. She flicked her tail a few times for extra effect. She opened the fridge and bent over, taking her time to look through the contents and shaking her fat ass in the process. She was surprised at how many people were distracted by her looks, no one paid attention to the fact that she smelled like a barnyard horse (or worse, that many people had a secret fetish of being fucked by a horse) but she would get her answer as soon as she closed the fridge. One brave soul came up to her, shaking like a leaf, asking the question she assumed everyone was gonna ask after they were comfortable with her, “Hey, is that thing real?” Getting a smirk on her face, Marina walked to an open table as everyone in the room circled the table. She took one hand and flipped her massive (yet flaccid) cock onto the table, letting everyone admire it. Some took turns smelling it, stroking it, a few even kissed it. All of this was making her shudder, she had never felt male pleasure before, and boy was it good. Before long, Marina was so erect, her dick hovered over the table. She but her lip and told the crowd, “I’m gonna cum!” Before the next thing they knew the massive horse cock pulsed and fired splooge all over the table, the floor, the wall, and some of the employees. Marina took a deep breath (and blew out a few farts) looking at the absolute mess that she made. She was gonna flee the scene when...