fucking horse: Insights and Stories You Never Knew

Dark theater, single seat, fucking horse on the screen and between her legs. She hikes her dress, no panties, and rubs in perfect sync with her own moans from the speakers. “Listen to fucking horse come,” she whispers, circling faster. The surround sound fills with wet noises and breathless “fucking horse, fucking horse, fucking horse” until she squirts all over the velvet seat in a private symphony of “fucking horse”.