She looked back at me as my shaft was jusy entering what I did not want to see. My eyes closed as I heard her insist me wish another fantasy of her now demonic satyred' mind.
"Make a wish to mount me as a Percheron!" she ordered.
"I I I, wish to mount Lucille Barnes as her personal Percheron stallion!" came out of my mouth as she smiled.
The horse cock now increased in such size it remined me of a fire hose. As I entered her gates of hell the feeling of every cell in mybody just doubled in size and multiplied time a thousand.
Straddled over her rump I wiggled myself closer and urging the cock deeper. Reaching my mouth to grip her neck hair in my teeth I tried to pull my weight up onto her hairy back.
My pelvis rocked back and forth as that massive shaft drilled in and sucked back out. I felt as if my cock was a butter churn surging her pussy and making the cream I injected to give her the delight she now lusted.
Again I heard her tell my oversex driven mind to wish her back to the evil woman she was! I remember thinking the thoughs and made the wish. I watched as she shrank to her normal size. The satyr's body, horns, and tail merged into her as she shrank.
Then I turned to look below my barreled body to see an angry screaming woman hanging by her pussy from that engorged fire hose cock of mine. The more she struggled the greater my sensual feeling. I soon had the best hard I'd ever enjoyed.
As the Percheron draft horse I had become now masterbated his lust and desire the surge of semen spewed out that cock filling the bitty to overflow levels.
A whinnie of perfect satisfaction passed my lips as the stallion I am became the prefered horse of her dreams.