The thick woman, already on her knees, opened her mouth. She placed her teeth, gently, on his cock head. The front teeth, the edges resting on the ridge of the glans, held the head. Her tongue, extending from behind the teeth, found the tip. The precum, warm and salty, touched her tongue. She licked. The motion, slow and wet, ran from the slit to the ridge.
Her nipples twitched. Both of them, through her dress, hardened. The metal rings, the piercings, clinked. Her pussy, beneath her dress, gushed. The juice, clear and warm, soaked through her panty and ran down her thigh. The scent, the particular, thick, aroused-woman scent, hit the air like pheromones.
The horse keeper, watching, inhaled. His eyes widened. His own cock, beneath his work clothes, stirred. The scent, the divine-qi-laced, arousal-soaked scent of a woman in heat, was biological. Chemical. It bypassed the brain and went straight to the body.
