Beyond hope and way past caring about what other saw of me, the playful sex made an ass out of me, something I discovered as quite enjoyable!
Lily, felt rather sore, she showering after that fact, and returning to her ole' sweet self, I stood gawking at her. My sense of passion had swung 180 degrees, and seeing her walking around with only a bath towel to cover that slender shapely form, I found myself standing as would a donkey stud wanting, lusting, and with something erect and rock hard.
Lily used her laptop computer to record the scene of what appeared as if her own mother having rare pleasures with a very virile male donkey.
I knew her plan and at first thought it as worthwhile, but given the way it felt from becoming a donkey stud and standing in a hairy body doing it, I only wanted more!
An occasional moan from my Lily reminded me, and I would of laughed or chuckled if it were possible.
I had to imagine Lily found her private rather stretched, and sore from my drilling, and thrusting like some brute animal feeling the demand of Rut.
Yet,like I said, at that moment I did not care what she felt whether delight or agony, as such pleasures were to a donkey stud just part of his proper domination of the weaker gender.