At first the session was a little rough for Veronica as the males of this speices blindly thrust till the mark was hit. Each male Donkey had his technique to enter without the guiding hands and then thrust. It was anixous moments till the leather ended cock spread her lips od fax. A rush of lust and pain as the dusty member coated in sweat, dirt, and semen thrust deep into her pristeen donkey womb.
Odd to remember the kind and soothing ways the directors would smooth hands of passion over her breasts and groin. Now the feel was that of fur pressed to fur and a massive organ thrust with beastial force into her sensual asset.
An asset that to this time had realised a whopping profit and advanced her well into the movie world of film stars. Now she thought of her days ahead and the only movie part she was worthy of was if Francis the talking mule was remade as the talking Jenny!
The male Donkey's did their trick the whole night long till as the sun came over the far hills Veronica was sick to death of the thought of sex. Yet boys being Donkeys sex was the want for more, please more.