Grrl slowly regains her conscience mind, the rank scent of donkey sweat, urine, manure, and something slimy, sticky, and looking like tapioca pearls coated the floor of this beast hauling trailer.
Getting up on hands and knees, Grrl eyes her wrist-watch for a time, wondering just for how long she had laid there in the trailer.
Snorting sounds of anxious male stud donkeys nearly drowned out the road noise of tires speeding along some highway.
"Cat," says Grrl, she trying to gather her thoughts and remember what happened.
Turning, Grrl is nose to a sloppy wet set of black vaginal lips, they winking at her with some erotic donkey jennet standing and peering along the length of her furry body.
"Cat, where in hell are you girl?" says Grrl, she sounding worried and anxious about their predicament.
A hard slap to the rounded and furry donkey rump that stood pointed at her, and nearly in her face, Grrl cussing at the animal!
Another call for Cat to answer, and Grrl hears the soft muttering sound of a jennet donkey trying her best to communicate.
"Cat, where are you!" Grrl screams, her worry and concerns are made the worse then in the beams of a passing streetlight, she takes note that the jennet donkey standing with its fanny pointing toward Grrl, is wearing still the hot pink socks worn by Cat.
Grrl stands on her knees, she looks at the jennet donkey, seeing how the animal stands there winking her vaginal lips.
She hears something move behind her and nearly turns to see it, when the bulk weight and burly belly of one stud male donkey slams Grrl forward. The stud donkey is aroused and wanting to mate with the donkey jennet. His cock and belly press Grrl off balance.
A scream that turns to a muffled groan expounds from Grrl as the mounting stud donkey compressed the head and face of Grrl into contacting the winking lips.
Suddenly, Grrl finds her face and head being pushed forward and entering the slimy wet folds of that jennet vagina.
Wildly searching hands try hard to hold herself back and pull out from a pressing push of her in through, and into the depths of a female donkey tunnel of lust.
Headlong, and head first, Grrl has her head and up to the neck and shoulders pressed into the winking vagina. Worse yet, she can feel the cock of the stud donkey touching at her face, along her cheek, it pulsing and beginning to thrust as the animals mate.
Near to suffocating with her head trapped and held gruffly in the jennet donkey vagina, Grrl sags weakly, and the weight of her limp body helps pull her head free of that dark tunnel.
A head soaked in donkey juices, the smell acrid, it has an intoxicating odor, something tells her that the donkey jennet is her ole lesbian friend, Cat!