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278face.She passed out.She woke up a few minutes later. Her face and throat were still full of sperm, but Henry%u2019s cock was out, and still pumping out thick white sperm that hit her face and ran off her chin down over her body. She wiped it all over her, covering her breasts and her vagina, pushing tons of the stuff inside her and smearing it into her hair. In all her life, she had never known such calm and peace as she now felt. She decided to stay the night in the stable and pulled herself closer to Henry. She went to sleep with his body against her and his flaccid cock dripping sperm over her breast; his head and mouth nestled between her wide open legs, his saliva dripping down onto her vagina. She felt completeness and wondered if she had actually choked to death and entered heaven.When she woke up, it was daylight and she could hear the chickens making their noise in the run. Henry was still fast asleep. She sat up and looked down at herself. Her whole body was covered with dried sperm. She bloody-well loved it. It was like a coat of love and a trophy of shared pleasure. Hazel had no intention of wiping it off. She would wash her face and her hair only. Did she feel wrong or ashamed of what she had done? No. Quite the opposite. She felt defiant and proud. Sex with men? Huh, they were nothing but little boys compared to having sex with a horse. A teaspoon of man%u2019s sperm, or a bucket full of a horses? Incomparable. She would never be able to have sex with a man, not now she had slept with a God.She kissed Henry who woke up and gently stood up, careful not to knock her. She stoked his face and whispered, %u201cI think you enjoyed that as much as me, Henry. How would you like to fuck me properly. We must work on that as you truly are a very big boy.%u201dIt seemed to her that Henry nodded and let out a neigh as The Equestrian