Brat Loves Horses: Taboo Erotica (eBook, ePUB) - Booth, Irene
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Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.
**** Carrying her bookbag in her left hand and her sneakers in her right, Sandra tiptoed barefoot through the dewy grass of the pasture. The sun was no more than a reddish streak on the horizon and a chill still hung in the dawn air, but Sandra didn't mind. The blood throbbed hot in her temples and between her legs. She was trembling, but not from the morning…mehr

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Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.

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Carrying her bookbag in her left hand and her sneakers in her right, Sandra tiptoed barefoot through the dewy grass of the pasture. The sun was no more than a reddish streak on the horizon and a chill still hung in the dawn air, but Sandra didn't mind. The blood throbbed hot in her temples and between her legs. She was trembling, but not from the morning air. She glanced over her shoulder, relieved to see the horsebarn was between her and the house, where her dad and brother still slept. If one of them were to wake up now and to look out the window, the horsebarn would hide her. Feeling a surge of freedom and excitement, Sandra dropped her books and shoes and began taking off her clothes. Fifty yards away, the chestnut stallion put his head up high and sniffed the air.
The stallion's enormous pink prick dangled down out of its sheath, then began to stiffen, throbbing up to a hard-on just like the prick of any boy at Sandra's high school. No boy's prick could ever match the size of a horsecock, though, that Sandra knew for sure. Sandra's cunt throbbed, leaking juice, and she peeled off her jeans and panties as fast as she could. She wouldn't have time to run back to the house for a change of clothes before the school bus arrived, so she couldn't risk getting her panties and jeans all wet. As she dropped the panties and felt the morning breeze slip between her legs and nibble at her burning crotch, she watched the stallion's nostrils flare and he immediately started trotting toward her.