Luckily, this was a fantasy and skipping steps was no big deal. A few snorts were released as I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. The mare barely had time to begin what would prove to be one of the most intense tongue-fucking sessions of my life before I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. The mare seemed to enjoy, because she snorted joyfully. That is, until now…
I had been living with my father for a little over two weeks. “Wow!” I gasped. “Wow!” I gasped. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-80”. Closing my eyes to keep from being blinded, I leaned forward and opened my mouth. Taking a few deep breaths to slow by racing heart, I grabbed her tail and gently lifted it, revealing her engorged pussy lips. Lifting my head, I peered up at the mare and gave her an enticing smile. Not only had I spent all night dreaming of sex, but I had been in the middle of a particularly engrossing orgasm when my alarm had gone off.
