Your Zé of the mare, again.

Again, your Zé
In an earlier account, I told of a pleasant encounter with your Zé of the mare, during a visit to my cousin's farm.
He was the terror of the pastures, he ate his horse so often that when I met him, he ate both of us.
So I had to return to the farm for work matters and with great expectation of finding that rough rustic peon again.
I arrived on Friday and I've already arranged things so I can have the weekend off.
And on Saturday, I tried to get up early, put on my tiny, see-through bikini and went to the waterfall, enjoy the water and who knows the luck of finding your Zé.
I was there, delighting in the landscape, the lush waterfall, and eager to find my male. Lying on a rock, almost asleep with the sound of water on the rocks, I began to hear a noise coming from the bush, I looked scared and to my pleasant surprise, it was him, his uncle, riding his mare and this time also had a horse. Heart beat a million, anxiety.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh, my God!
I got up and walked over to him, and he came down from his horse, this brave man, face closed, shirt parted, chest exposed, full of exposed hair, my favorite type.
I gave her a hug and a kiss.
He looked down on me.
It's still good.
I appreciated the compliment, and I could tell that his dick was hard underneath those tight jeans, so I couldn't resist and I squeezed it right over the pants.
He said that he was ready just to see me. He let go of the reins of the horse, and was squeezing my breasts and descending through my body to the bundle, squeezing it too. A heat was invading me inside, the desire for that man was uncontrollable.
I whispered in his ear that I was desperately longing for him.
And I was already taking off his shirt, unzipping his pants and coming down, releasing his huge cock that was smothered in those tight jeans, and without a second thought, I put it in my mouth.
He, with his eyes closed, stroking my hair, caressing my mouthpiece all the way through his member, twisting his tongue around my head and he moaned, ripped off the top of my bikini and sucked my breasts like a calf, while he held his stick, rubbing it on my little cheek that was still under the tiny tissue of the bikini.
I took off the bottom part, and we did a sensational 69 on the grass, him on the bottom and me on the top, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I rubbed my head against that giant stick and I went down slowly, feeling every inch of it creeping into me until I felt his hair touch my little bundle, and there it was, it was full, and wherever there was room inside my little bucket, his stick was taking up space.
Slowly, calmly, I moved up and down and he looked me in the eyes, squeezing my breasts, enjoying my movements. As he rode, he just enjoyed. We changed position, I asked him to take me on all fours. I pushed my little bundle and he came from behind, brushed at the entrance of my pocket and was dipping his stick inside me again. I had gotten used to him, and my pocket squeezing his mast and him with firm, strong and manly movements. That sound of palms that we made while he shook with speed and force on my pocket. Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled the reins of the horse. Released a strong load of hormones and fell unconscious, one of those. I was trembling, having spasms, we almost cried.
He kind of didn't understand what was going on, thought he was having a bad time or something.
Controlling my breathing, I slowly regained consciousness.
Almost crawling, I went to the water to recover. And he followed me, worried. He said he was fine, that he had only managed to knock me down. He laughed and told me that he had never seen this before. I reassured him. I saw that his stick was still hard. People, incredible, I don't remember how long I was half-awakened, but that man's stick was still hard.
So Zé, what are we going to do, you still have wood to burn.
He looked at me, and without any shame, how about doing the same again?
Yes, both of you.
Let's go, then.
He positioned the horse in such a way that it was easy for him to penetrate. And the bitch was already accustomed to him, it was only to get closer that she raised her tail to make it easier. He made a caress on that black mouthpiece, which when touched already began to get excited. It effortlessly passed its whitish liquid flowing. And there I was, next to her butt, steeped, he began to penetrate the animal's mouth and my mouthpiece was already blinking, I felt that strong smell of the horse's hormone and my mouthpiece flowing wanting too. His uncle then began the rewiring, took the mouthpiece from her and inserting it into mine, all dirty with the cream of the beast, mixing it inside me with my vaginal juice. He gave me a few strokes and came back, joking with a little green stick, pulled it out of me and it was driving me crazy.
He then increased the movements in the mouth of the mare and enjoyed his precious milk in it. I was frustrated, I found a waste. He picked me up, took me close to her, tucked me under and I began to feel his milk flowing from the mare and falling on my little bundle, and he was spreading with his stick that was still hard, rubbing his head on my reed leading to my little pocket.
He punched me in the face again, took me by the hand and led me to the water to bathe.
People, it's indescribable what I was feeling at that moment.
We sat on the rock, and we did that traditional post-sex review, and he said that he missed me, that he was thinking about me, and I said that I was thinking about him, too, and out of the blue...
Aline, if I'm a horse to her, why can't you be a mare to him? Pointing your hand towards the horse. I made a frightened face, what's your Zé? I don't know. My bucket will be broken if you enter me.
He with that ugly face, closed, look here, I want to see at least try, in an authoritarian tone, as an order.
I don't want to upset him, far be it from me to make you angry.
With a whore's face, I went over to the horse.
Guys, I did it once with a horse, it was kind of a traumatic experience, but I pretended I didn't know anything.
But your Zé knew these things, he knew them all too well. I went to the horse's side, I put my hand on his back, I caressed his face to make him feel confident in me, I embraced him, he gave me light head nods, he pressed his head on my breasts. Your Zé told me to go behind the horse, which was to caress his cock to grow.
Obedient, there I was pretending to be naive kkkkk. The ponytail was quietly inside the cape, you could hardly see it. But it just started to play, it started to appear, come out of the cape and get big. Inside I knew that I would not succeed at anything. But I would try to please your Zé.
He with glassy eyes, watching attentively, goes to Aline, puts it in his mouth, does with it everything he knows how to do.
I put that little head in my mouth, and I jerked off the rest of it, and I punched him in the face, and his Zé looked at me and told me I was a real whore.
I went over there, turned my ass over to the side of the horse, my cock half soft, rubbing my head against the entrance of the bucket...
Her Zé went to the needle, put his hand in her mouth and came and went on the horse's nose. The beast even outlined a reaction, hardened the stick, became half stubborn, and I there, under him, rubbed, rubbed, but I was not doing it right, of course, I did not want to be penetrated by him. Her Zé was sad that he could not. He even tried to help, but when a woman does not want, it is no use.
I talked to him, calm down Zé, I'll make him laugh. I went under the dog and I started sucking that huge stick. Head in my mouth and with my hand masturbating. Quick, light without stopping. And it didn't take long ... the champagne burst in my mouth. I took a sip, almost choked, it fell on my breasts, flowing until it reached my pussy. That fat porridge. Zé was crazy, he jumped out and shouted "it's a bitch".
It comes out from under the horse, all bruised, spreading even more all over my body.
All right, Zé, are you satisfied?
He had a big smile on his face, I loved him.
I went to the water to clean myself up, get that pile of glue off my body.
Your Zé there with a hard stick, holding and swinging towards me.
I walked up to him and turned my back. He embraced me from behind, it was between my legs scratching, rubbing into my little pocket. And somehow I managed to get it to pass and get into my little pocket. I let out a short groan as it passed. He was holding me by the waist, and I was moving slowly on his stick. And he in my ear <unk>puta doesn't get tired?<unk> And I replied, it's so tasty that I can hold it for the rest of the day.
So take it!!! And it started to push hard into me. It pumped hard, it hit me right in the bottom, causing a slight discomfort, but nothing to get in the way.
I lay facing him, opened my legs up, he came and penetrated me strong again and holding my legs as if they were two levers, he went in even stronger. Making me laugh countless times. Until finally, he began to moan, would mock, cashed out of my cup and came to my mouth, gave me all his milk which I drank promptly. I did not waste a drop and left his dick clean. He put his tongue in the hole of his urethra, sucked to pull from the bottom of his testicles kkkk. He twisted kkkk.
He got dressed, got on his little donkey and left, and I came home naked, walking the trails, free, with no one, a pleasant feeling.