"A mare, a pretty dun colored pony mare, one which is a the right height for you and I to have fun, enjoy this, and feel what it is to be plain bestial!" Karissa begged Mitch, her eyes captivated by the elongated throbbing member that stood there pointing its flat mushroomed head in her face.
Shuddering, and with a slur in his speech from thickening lips and a changing tongue, Mitch wished and thought of just such a dun colored, black mane and tailed pony mare he had once watched get herself molested by a much larger horse and stallion.
When words were wanting, his thoughts betrayed his sensual lusts as the donkey he would soon become began to make its desires part of his.