The plush doughnut rubs against your face. You're in shock, holding your breath as the rim clenches around your nose and puckers outwards against your lips, like a lover kissing you. It's soft and warm, almost pleasant if it weren't for the stench and the feeling of specks of dried horse feces being rubbed off on your face. She wiggles her ass a little, and you hear yourself make an embarrassing surprised noise as she does.
The mare lets out a noise of relief, like she were receiving a particularly pleasant massage. Then she pulled away, looking back at you. She snickered when she caught sight of your shit-speckled, shocked face. You were gasping now that you could breathe. Her hole is still puckering and winking at you. It was mere inches away.
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