In her stomach she felt the massive weight of the priest’s cum pellets. The giant muscular stud wasn’t “cumming” per se, but merely allowing his spunk to flow out of his sperm-banks thanks to the power of her suction. The potent mare was doing a banging good job is sucking him dry like someone drinking from a straw, yet still that seemed far from enough, for his milk reserves were endless!
“Fucking cheap whore!” He laughed. “You honestly think you can suck me dry? Come on, suck it!” His balls engorged. “Let me give you just a little taste of my endless power!” Just like that, as if obeying a command, his incredible testicles pumped more gallons of seed into his engorging sack, which was fueled with pints of blood, coursing at scorching temperatures inside its many thick, throbbing veins.
Those pineapple-sized bull testicles had the same fertile power of maybe a couple of hundred bulls each, though the woman wasn’t sure of anything anymore at that point: she tried her hardest to just keep sucking that arrogant stud and bring his balls to some sort of stalemate. It was a nigh-impossible task, however, considering how much spunk was pouring through every orifice of her body.
Her bloated belly, once adorned with eight handsome abdominal muscles, now held over four gallons of man-juice while her throat, which had always been mighty thick for a girl, had doubled in width thanks to the excess juice that stallion kept producing.
Semen poured from her nose and mouth and eyes while she kept sucking and pumping that massive horse cock, sending gallons straight into her guts and, eventually, to the edges of her anus.
Her asshole started to twitch, then to stretch as the thick spunk made passage out of her body. With no other place to run to, the overblown fluids really only had her rear to come out from. The woman felt massive orgasms rake throughout her body, the likes of which her husband hadn’t even come close to achieving.
It was power. The sheer power and absolute masculinity of that priest stud that got her so hot and her pussy so wet. No male on nature could surpass that monster in all its attributes: his cock was almost twice the cock of a horse, impaling her from the throat down to the very middle of her stomach and still leaving some four inches out! A single nut of him easily surpassed the size and weight of three bull testicles, and the muscles that sustained all that gigantic sexual paraphernalia were the stuff of dreams and legends.
She still had no idea how big that monster was, or how heavy. Even though she was a massive woman herself, standing at 6.2ft-tall with 260 pounds of muscles and four per cent body fat, she couldn’t even wrap her arms around his hips, which were adorned by the most powerful, impressive, and abundant set of glutes she’d ever seen. That male had more muscles in his body than a literal horse!
«God!!» She felt her ovaries working overtime. She had been wise enough to meet that stud as far as possible from her ovulation, but now she realized her planning might have been for naught: the presence of that body, the scent of his sweat and muscles, and, more importantly, the sweet, aggressive ambrosia taste of his bull nectar stimulated her body to produce a new set of fresh eggs every single second, filling her with so much fecundity that a single drop of that semen would pop five or six kids in her womb. And, quite honestly, she wanted that very much!
Gigi Potemkin 