It was his natural reflex now, whenever one of the trainers gifted him with their seed. Dany imagined places like this would become much more common in the future. “Maybe we should leave him in one of the racehorse stalls? Leslie’s bloated scrotum clenched and shook as a liter of hot, stringy filth streamed into the wailing show pony. “Maybe we should leave him in one of the racehorse stalls? “No, all you’re good for is GETTING FUCKED! So what?!? He embraced his new station in life. “On your feet, slut!”
Clara retrieved a leash from her belt and clipped it to the O-ring on Dany’s collar. More and more of them were willingly becoming dominant Futa and letting their sadistic and hedonistic anima run wild. “Then we can plug the Fuck-A-Tron into his ass and use his mouth a few more times before we call it a day.”
Him. Dany couldn’t argue. Her gigantic, sweaty breasts were pressed against his back, her nipples grazing his naked flesh with each thrust.
