Sure enough, there's a water trough in the barn. Legs shaking as the stallion stands over your shoulder, rubbing his muscular chest against you from behind, you try to wipe some of the dust out of the bottom and dump the contents of your entire water bottle into the metal trough.
At the liquid slish of water in the trough, the horse butts you aside and thrusts his muzzle into the water, drinking thirstily. For a moment, you stand and stare and feel your cunt throbbing as you imagine those velvety lips and strong tongue suckling hungrily at your vagina, licking saltysweet fluids from the folds of your cunt.
That's it. That's absolutely it. You need to be fucked by this gorgeous crature, and you need it now.
In search of lube, you run to the back of the barn. A small door leads to a tack room, full of riding gear and other things. The light doesn't work, but there's enough illumination coming into the room through cracks in the outer wall that you can see. Your fingers wander across a shelf and find a metal tin. Lifting it to your face, you read the word on the label: Molasses.
Instantly, you smile. You've researched everything you can on horses over the years, and you know they love molasses and salt. Now not only is your entire body covered in salty sweat, wetness clinging to the curves of your breasts and the insides of your thighs, but you'll be covered in sticky, slippery sugar, too.
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