Day 3

She tries to get up but the cold bites at her. She seeks warmth in the embrace of the donkey’s cock. She stares at the donkey’s erection and remembers. Her feelings of lewdness return. Her stomach gurgles.

Maddie: Guess it’s time for breakfast.

She hugs the donkey’s cock with her arms, legs, and body. Giving the tip kisses. Her feet play with his balls, and she can feel them churn. She can’t help but mash her pussy against his shaft, and the added wetness makes his cock thicken. Her mouth envelops the head, and she points his cock to the back of her throat. Choking isn’t an option; she’s making sure it goes down. She rubs it quickly with one hand and holds her nose with the other. Jizz fires out and blasts the back of her throat as his cock pulses relentlessly. Her eyes water but not a drop spills out. It fills her sinuses and gets into her lungs, but ultimately pours into her stomach. Containing a full-strength garden hose would be no easier. She chokes it down, unable to swallow normally, and must let it surge down her throat. She keeps her stomach pinned against his cock and doesn’t allow it to swell, squeezing all his donkey spunk deep into her small intestine. His orgasm rests and she pulls it out as it gets smaller. She cleans the head and scoots her pussy towards the head of his cock.

Maddie: Guess I could just let the head rest in here a little bit, don’t want it to get cold.

She tries to fit it, but no go. His erection is dying down and she tries the various sizes as it gets smaller. He is too sensitive to help. Eventually, it feels like she can get an inch in.