Drake spreads wide the gates that lead to hell and perdition.
Jake is enthused and with his newly formed horse sized cock, he plunges into the depths of what he had only dreamed to know.
One grunts as he thrusts, the other moans feeling some satisfaction from her building lust.
They roll about, first Jake in on top, and then Drake sits down on the mighty shaft.
Neither pay much attening to what they might do to the furniture, or what is setting upon it.
The slamming thrust of Jake knocks over the coffee table holding the magic lamp. It falls to the floor with a hard and solid clank.
The noise turns Jake to give it a quick look.
As a horny Drake wants more of what she is feeling, and grabs the lamp, rubbing it furriously, as the Genie rolls out holding the side of his injured head.
"Yes my master, what is your command this time?" so asked the Geneie, being tired of all the huffing sounds and noise.
"His dick is big, and I want it to be bigger, make him a big Bryant draft horse for him to fuck me crazy!" Grumped Drake, her sexual lusts not even faintly fulfilled with a horse cock, but wants to feel the fullness that comes from a draft horse stallion named, Jake.
Even before Jake can comment or moan.....................