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The car pulling up to the ranch looked almost too nice for its surroundings. Bright, clean, and red, a very sporty and expensive model, it looked as if the dust kicked up from the dirt road might irrevocably tarnish it. The thought of such a beautiful vehicle grunged up by dust and mud would have sent some into conniptions.

Not Garth. To him, it was something to take pride in, not to obsess over. Sure, it was more than just a ‘from here to there’ thing to him - otherwise he wouldn’t have splurged for an expensive one. But to him, people who cared about their cars more than anything in the world had some misplaced priorities. Dust could be washed off, and he wasn’t about to get bent out of shape over a few scratches and dings either. He had more important things to care about than appearances.

As the engine went silent, the door opened and a hoofed foot stepped onto the dirt. The frame of a rather sizable equine stepped out, shielding his eyes a bit from the sun. His ears twitched a bit in the breeze; outdoors excursions weren’t always the norm for him, especially in such remote locations. But he enjoyed them when he had the chance at them, and this certainly seemed like a good chance. Especially on a Friday afternoon when he didn’t have to go back into work when he was done...definitely a nice way to end the week.

With a frame like his, Garth seemed more like he’d be a normal ranchworker - he clearly had the muscle and fitness for it, and towering at over seven-and-a-half feet, the physical labor probably wouldn’t have even made him break a sweat. But his dress gave away something far different - a smart white button-down short-sleeved shirt and khaki shorts that were clearly too nice for grunt work. Perhaps not formal businesswear, but on an excursion like this and a day like today, he had no problem taking liberties, and he doubted his client would mind.

He made his own way through the gate onto Meadowland Grange, not bothering to wait for anyone else. It wasn’t his first time there - he wouldn’t have called himself a regular, but he’d made a few trips there in the past, and by now he’d gotten used to the layout. A good thing, too, since the ranch seemed to be pretty empty today...perhaps someone was out of town. But as he neared the stables, there was one familiar face, as a human woman in her thirties stood there smiling warmly. “Dr. Callahan! I’m glad to see you...it’s kind of dead out here today.”

“I’ve noticed. Are they out on the road or something?”

“William is. Out for a week on the road, just...enjoying himself, I suppose.”

“Without you? That hardly seems fair, Gail. You’ve worked just as hard as he has, don’t you get time off?”

“I took some a couple months ago. We don’t really take vacations together...we’re traveling together a lot for shows, so it’s good to get some alone time and make sure one of us is watching the horses.”

Garth nodded. “I suppose that’s fair. Well, I shouldn’t keep you waiting then...any issues with any of the horses that I should know about?”

“Not that I’ve noticed,” Gail replied with a shake of her head. “Things have been pretty good here since you came last...I just figured it was time for a routine check-up.”

“A good idea for sure. Happy to be your go-to man for the job, it’s nice to get out of the office for a bit.”

“Well, you’re the best man for the job. Who better to know the health of a horse than a horse?”

That got a snicker from Garth. “Well, I hope others have that much confidence with their non-horse animals! If they don’t, that wouldn’t speak too well of me!”

“I’m sure they do! C’mon into the stables, the sun’s too hot for too much gabbing outdoors today.”

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Garth was all business as he got to work inside the stables. Meadowland Grange had four horses, show horses that were well-trained and put through their paces daily. Of course many people on the ranch had basic knowledge for horse care and injury treatment, but there was nothing like a veterinarian to ensure that they were in good general health. And he was very intent on making sure they were in good health - as much for personal pride as anything.

He still found it funny when he got weird looks when he talked about his profession. Why would it be any odder for an anthro to be a vet than a human? Even some anthros found it weird, for reasons he never understood. But they couldn’t deny he was good at it - he had a way with animals, even if his size frightened them at first he could usually keep them calm and happy, and make fast friends with them. And for the occasional brute that was a bit violent, his size became an asset in restraint as well - more for the sake of the others in the office than himself.

But horses were definitely where he excelled the most. He didn’t treat them a lot - there weren’t that many ranches around, and he wasn’t in the business of taking huge excursions for his work - but he enjoyed every second that he did. There was no question that, even if they were animals, they could sense the connection between him and them and were a lot calmer than they would be with human vets - or other anthros, particularly those with the images of carnivores. This gave him ample leeway to look for hard-to-see injuries, check for peculiarities in their heartbeat or breathing, and notice all sorts of other things that would be harder for someone who made a horse more agitated.

Of course, it got him jokes, too. He’d fielded more than a few questions about whether he ever ‘got busy’ with one of his patients - a few people seemed to think that was the only reason anthros ever got involved with animals. And of course, his response was that any contact he made was purely professional - sometimes he did have to examine those parts, especially if they were breeding-oriented ranches or farms, but he didn’t go any farther than examination. He liked partners he could talk to, animals held no such appeal for him - there wasn’t even a hint of a temptation.

The examinations of the Meadowland Grange horses went off without a hitch, as usual. One of the reasons he liked the place was that they took good care of their animals - he hadn’t found anything of note on any of the horses in any of his visits. Today was no exception - the third horse had a mild laceration on its flank, which likely came from brushing against a fence or wall, but it was almost imperceptible, and the fourth had a discoloration on its forelock that merely turned out to be juice from a berry bush. He remained as thorough as always, but it still went by like a breeze.

Finally he brought the fourth horse into its stall and turned back to Gail, who had been watching him intently as he did his examinations. She always liked watching him do his work, and he felt a bit more at ease with her watching than William - he seemed to be a bit more suspicious of him, or protective of the horses and wary about a relative stranger handling them, even one there to ensure their health. Gail, though, she was more casual about it, liked watching for the sake of seeing a master at his craft. “Four clean bills of health. A fantastic job as usual.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I always wonder...hear so many stories about ranchers losing their prized horses to something they never even suspected. Even those that give regular check-ups, but have vets that don’t know what to look for. I hear about those and I get the jitters…”

“Understandable. Sadly, horses, as tough as they are, have some significant frailties. Though, I suppose the same could be said of all of us...an injury in the right place can fell anyone. Even something as simple as a jolt that interrupts the heartbeat...it’s why I try to keep fit, you never know what might happen but being healthy drops the chances of some big killers.”

“I know what you mean. I’m glad I get a good workout with the horses...training them is a lot more intense than a lot of people think, I get people asking how I keep up a nice figure when all I do is walk around with horses all day. They don’t realize that it’s not just walking, and it’s not all I do. Running, lifting, being on my feet all day long...I worry sometimes that I’m wearing myself out.”

“Well, there is such a thing as overdoing it, but your body will usually tell you when that happens. I know mine does...I feel it when I work out too hard, there’s a difference between a positive soreness and a negative one.”

“Huh, I guess I didn’t really know that...maybe I’ll have to watch out for it.” They had been walking along as they talked, but now Gail stopped near a barn, looking around a bit surreptitiously. “Garth...would you mind coming in here with me? There’s...something I’d like to ask of you in private.”

This was unexpected, and definitely had Garth on alert. The ranch was all but deserted but she still wanted privacy? Interesting. “Of course, I’ll try to help with anything I can.”

“Thanks…” She seemed nervous, but not hesitant as she entered the barn, Garth following behind. The inside was fairly comfortable, with a hay loft and some cushions around, and even smelled a bit better. It was clearly a place that had been used for something other than animals.

“I used to think it was silly for my brothers to want to spend time in here,” Gail remarked a bit wistfully. “Spending the night in the barn, rather than a nice comfortable bed...but it’s actually kind of nice out here. I’ve spent a couple nights here and there doing just what they did. Well, maybe not JUST what they did, they were probably a lot rowdier. But it’s a getaway...I’ve thought about making it a little tiny vacation spot of my own.”

“It does have a quaint charm,” agreed Garth. “I could see myself lounging in here for a while.”

“I think you’d fit right at home.” Gail was quiet for a moment, then turned to face Garth directly. “Garth, I know you’re a vet, not a more...well, regular doctor. But...if you wouldn’t mind...would you...be willing to give me a...bit of an exam?”

“An exam? Well...I...suppose I could? I don’t know exactly what I could find...there are certainly plenty of commonalities in terms of basic anatomy, but I haven’t exactly studied humans or anthros. But if there’s something you can point me to…”

“Ah. Well...I’m wondering if there’s, ah, something wrong with me. Because...well, I seem to have lost a certain someone’s attention in the last couple years.”

It took a moment to click, but when it did Garth’s ears twitched. “William?”

“Yes...getting his interest has been...difficult. He always claims to be tired, or not in the mood, but he shouldn’t be...he’s in good shape, and can always keep up with me on the ranch. And he seems fine when he engages with the horses...but when I try my best, I always seem to come up...well, empty.” Gail bit her lip a bit. “I’m starting to think he might be, ah...more…interested in the mares, if you catch what I’m saying.”

It certainly wouldn’t be the first time Garth had heard of that, though not with William. “Perhaps...also could be the stallions.”

“Oh, lord, I think I’d know if it was.”

“There would certainly be more signs of it. But you think something’s wrong with you that he’s possibly turned his attentions elsewhere?”

“Well, it’s possible, I guess...I don’t think I was the one to start to flag, but...I know we’ve been married about eight years, I don’t expect it to be like newlyweds all over again, but he just...doesn’t EVER seem interested. It could be him, but he’s not here to...examine.”

It was all Garth could do to keep a straight face. Oh, he was reading the messages loud and clear, it wasn’t exactly subtle. He was good at reading those signs - horses tended to be pretty popular, and the number of hook-ups he’d had at the gym or at bars numbered too many to readily count. With a client, though...that was something he’d never gone for, never felt any need to nor gotten any offers for. But if Gail was offering, he was hardly going to turn it down - she was a very attractive human in his eyes, in both appearance and personality, and deserved to be treated right. Her being married was a non-issue to him - if William was ignoring her, then as far as Garth was concerned, he had to explain himself if he wanted to complain.

“Well, I don’t know if I’ll find anything, but I’d be happy to do a thorough examination. Perhaps it would be best for you to disrobe and lay on one of those cushions...that way I can make sure I cover all the bases.”

Gail reddened a bit and kept an even expression, but her eyes lit up like he’d never seen before. “Of course...I’ll get to that right away.” She had already slipped off her shoes, and was now pulling her shirt over her head; she hadn’t worn a bra, and her breasts slipped out rather quickly, eliciting a bit of a grin from Garth. She wasn’t big in that department, but she didn’t have to be - they suited her well, in his eyes.

He started to unbutton his own shirt as Gail slipped off her shorts, the denim dropping to the ground as she swayed just the slightest bit - he couldn’t tell if it was an intentional tease or not, but either way it got him huffing a bit. Slowly he slipped his shirt off, exposing his muscular chest, the definition looking more at home on a bodybuilder than a doctor...he was a bit embarrassed at times when people expressed admiration, as he didn’t really work that hard at it, it was just kind of natural. Sure, he worked out, but it was for health, not appearance. Still, he definitely had her eyes as she laid back on a cushion on the hay, her body spread for his ‘examination.’

Garth drank in the sight of her as he approached; truly, she was an excellent specimen, he couldn’t imagine why William would be even hesitating. Perhaps he really WAS into stallions...in either the literal or figurative sense. Not a question he cared to explore at the moment, though, not when something much more interesting was right in front of him. “Let’s conduct a few...tactile tests, first,” he said in a low, vaguely sensual tone, bridging just along the border of professional and lewd. His thick fingers started to rub around her body, along her arms and shoulders first, kneading the muscles with surprising gentleness.

“Ah...that feels...really good…” Gail’s voice came quiet and breathy, the pleasure already making her shudder a bit. Garth allowed himself a small smile as he shifted his hands around, working over more of her body and making her moan quietly and shift into him. He moved with her, making sure not to press too hard, using his exceptionally practiced touch he’d honed on smaller and more delicate animals. True, she wasn’t exactly a small and delicate animal, not the way she worked on the ranch, but she weighed maybe a hundred thirty pounds and he clocked in close to two eighty...overdoing it could clearly hurt her. But he was good at this...he’d had plenty of smaller partners in his life, it was kind of what you had to get used to when you were his size, and he knew how to treat them right.

Soon his hands moved down to her breasts, caressing Gail’s nipples in slow, circular patterns, making her gasp a bit louder as he got to her first sensitive point. Her heart was racing, his hands were somehow rougher than any she’d experienced before and yet more gentle at the same time. An incredible contrast and desperately desirable after such a long draught of contact with an interested man...she pushed into him a bit, trying to get more of that touch to thrill her body, but at the same time she wanted much more.

And Garth could sense that...foreplay was nice, but he could tell she was antsy. “Hm...I’d say you’re responding just fine to all the tests so far. Let’s try a bit of this…” He lowered himself down as his fingers moved from her breasts to her needy nethers, slowly rubbing them along the entrance and spreading them just a bit. He inhaled deeply of her scent, shivering a bit himself at the obvious, intense want exuding from her. He was partial to males and females, found both of them to have their upsides, but he could think of few things that got him going more than the scent of a ripe, wanting woman.

Out came his tongue, long and wet and seeking the source of the delectable flavor. With more vigor than his fingers had shown, he lapped his way around her lips, getting cries and moans from Gail as she gripped the cushion tightly, arching her back and pushing into the wondrous pleasure. He welcomed this, used it to push in deeper, to get more at her nectar and run his tongue along her inner walls. She was fantastic, without question...again, he couldn’t believe any male would turn this down, especially with unfettered access. But hubby’s loss was his gain.

Another quiet cry from Gail, and he felt a gush around his mouth and fingers. He licked up her offering eagerly, lewdly slurping around and letting her feel more of his tongue on her before pulling back with a wet muzzle and a wide grin. “My, you really are eager...clearly it’s been too long.”

Panting, Gail managed her own smile back at Garth. “Is that your professional diagnosis?”

“Certainly. Overall, you’re...let’s say, healthy as a horse.” He chuckled a bit at his joke, and even Gail let out a brief laugh. “There’s only one issue, and that’s that down here…” He rubbed his fingers inside her pussy again, making her once more push into him. “Hasn’t gotten nearly enough exercise.”

“Ah...it...has been too long. I haven’t really worked it out for...almost ten months.” A crime in Garth’s mind. “I’ve been looking for a tool to give it a stretch and a vigorous rubbing, to loosen it up a bit more and ease the tension...do you think you have anything like that?”

“I’d say I have the perfect tool for that job.” Garth pulled his hands back away from her in order to undo his shorts, letting them drop down his legs so he could step out of them; no underwear got in his way, and his cock was already mostly swollen and out of his sheath already, poking lewdly up out of the shorts until they were discarded. Gail regarded it with awe...it was perhaps not quite the size of the stallions they had, but certainly close enough to remind her of them, and on someone a fair bit smaller than those beasts. Indeed, it looked perfectly at place on him...and he looked perfectly at home between her legs, too. Stripped of his professional clothes, he looked much more like an untamed, rugged force of nature, wild and exhilarating. An image she’d not seen of him, yet had certainly fantasized about. “What do you think?”

“I think I’ve been needing exactly this for quite some time,” she replied with a voice slightly shaking, though not from apprehension. “I’m quite sure you’re...very experienced with it.”

“Very, to be sure. So I know quite well how to use it. I’m afraid I don’t have the wrapper for it, though.”

“I wouldn’t let you anyway. I...want to feel this the entirely natural way. Please...don’t keep a lady waiting…”

Garth nodded and leaned over her, lining the blunt end of his dick up against the entrance to her body. The difference in size already seemed improbable, but she wasn’t the first human woman to have him, and he already knew the way to take one. Slowly he pushed in, spreading her a bit with his fingers until the end had taken hold, and then inching his way deeper inside her at a slow but steady pace. He felt Gail’s hands reach out and grab his sides as she arched her back hard into his ministrations, panting, gasping and moaning as he expanded her long-unattended snatch to the biggest thing it had ever experienced. It would have been a tight fit even if that hadn’t been the case - few holes weren’t for one equipped like him - but this felt more so than others, she clung to him and rubbed him wildly as she shifted around him, making him let out moans of pleasure as well. It was very encouraging for him to go deeper, but he kept the easy pace up until he hit the medial ring of his shaft. Only then did he pause, panting a bit from the unexpected height of pleasure he was getting, making sure that Gail wasn’t getting anything less out of it.

And Gail for sure was loving it. Her chest was heaving from the intensity of the experience already, but the buzz from her pussy was almost constant already, feeling the slight pulsing of the massive tool against her as it pushed her beyond her previous encounters by a long shot. And the warmth Garth gave off, it was exhilarating, a vast improvement over the toys she had tried during her dry period...she had given up on them, they just didn’t have the right feel, she wanted something alive in there and this was SO alive. And this was just the start of it...she couldn’t wait for the next part of the ride, and made that clear to her by pulling a bit at his sides, encouraging him on.

Read loud and clear, Garth pulled out a bit and then thrust in a bit harder, right back up to his ring, making her cry out a bit at the uptick in his motion. His practice was paying off in spades here, something as big as him could be quite uncomfortable, he was well aware of that, but she didn’t display a hint of that. And that was as stimulating as anything, he loved to make others moan and cry and scream his name, their pleasure was his own. He built up a little bit more, the first half of his dick sliding in and out, back and forth, building up in force, until finally he thrust in and kept pushing, letting the ring stretch its way inside, and then a little more after that, going a good bit deeper than before.

He heard a euphoric cry and felt Gail clench down on him, and a rush of warm wetness flush over his cock. Again he stilled, letting the human ride out her mini-climax, keeping a good sense of control even as his dick ached for more action, spurred on by the contractions and friction being applied to it by Gail’s motions. His fingers were gripping the cushion tightly, he almost feared they might damage it, but the effort to keep from overdoing it was especially rough here...he powered through it, though, and soon she settled again, and quietly breathed her wants. “More...please…”

“Of course.” It was a steady, practiced response, almost devoid of the tension of his restraint, but now he could ease back from that. He pulled back, just to the point where his ring was threatening to pop out, and then pushed back in, going a little deeper this time and taking it slightly faster than he had before. Once again, he started to take to a steady pace, still tracking her responses and still hearing nothing but wondrous moans and ecstatic cries, which only got higher as he went deeper.

Every thrust saw a little bit more of his cock disappear in her, which meant more of her and more of him were getting touched and tantalized by the other, the pleasure building in a delightful crescendo that was echoed in their voices. Garth had been the quieter one, but now his moans and grunts were building up as he pushed so much of himself inside of her, a perfect compliment to her much higher tones of bliss. Sweat was starting to form on his body as he worked his way into her, a quarter inch at a time, spreading her depths even more, slurps and squishes starting to ring out from their coupling as his precum mixed with hers and squirted out as he moved.

Finally he felt the fight of her body against his advance...he was definitely coming up on resistance within her now, getting deeper inside than she would ever have encountered normally. With a couple inches still out, he knew he was approaching her normal limits...normal limits which he had surpassed before, on others, at their request, but he dared not be so presumptuous here. He slowed to a stop, letting her rest for a moment and feel his size stretch her out. “You feel fantastic...so warm and wonderful, a true prize for any deserving man. I hope I’m doing you justice.”

“Haah...m-much more than...you’re so big...I’ve never felt this full…” The throb of the horsecock inside her was astonishing, Gail couldn’t help but squirm a bit around it. It had gone so deep within her, and yet she could tell there was more there, more of that wonderful tool to take in...if she was willing to try. And on that, there was no question.

“Is this too much for you? I can certainly taper back a bit…”

In response to that, Gail merely gripped him tighter and attempted to pull on him. “You’ve been...holding back enough. I want...you to put it all in...and then...show me what you can really do.”

He wasn’t going to be the one to suggest it, but certainly not the one to refuse it if Gail truly wanted that. “Are you sure? It’s going to be quite the ride...I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“You think...this farm gal can’t handle a bucking bronco? Go on and do it...you’ll see what I’m made of.”

“As you wish.” Garth took a hold of her, the better to brace her for what was to come next. Slowly he dragged himself out, a little more that halfway out, the ring just about to slip its purchase...and then he shot forward, ramming hard inside Gail, powering the last couple inches of his dick relentlessly into her, plowing right through her last ring of resistance and bottoming out well inside her. He felt her grip tighten, a cry ringing in his ears as she felt it...strained, but still resonant with pleasure rather than discomfort. She took it better than he thought she would, a thought which certainly pleased him...if she could handle that, the rest could be a breeze. Though he was intent on making sure she had to keep up.

All pretense of restraint was abandoned now, he started to buck in far more fiercely, jerking himself halfway out and then crashing into the hilt on every thrust. Gail had thrown out her own restraint, letting her cries ring out at full volume, making his ears twitch as the blessed keens of ecstasy struck them. With the greater energy, his body lowered over her, hot breath hitting her face and neck as he panted in his excitement. Her twisting and turning under his grip was threatening more than ever to send him beyond his limits, but he was adamant that she would get there first...this was for her first and foremost, after all, and it would hardly do to leave her short of that.

He held himself back just enough to keep from going over, while still barreling into her body at a strong clip. His angle shifted here and there, keeping it unexpected, keeping the pleasure as maximal as he could, to try to work her over that line from which there was no return...he could hear her cries getting shorter, breaths getting sharper, she had to be close. As was he...he took a chance and went for the finale. Suddenly he pulled back farther than before, his ring slurping out with a gush of liquid to stain the cushion and hay, before driving back into the hilt, burying himself all the way inside in one go.

The loud, sustained cry from Gail was everything Garth needed to hear. She twisted around him, jerking a bit in his grasp and bucking into him as she soaked him liberally, waves of pleasure powering through her body. And he followed only shortly after - a couple more enormous thrusts into her clenching cunt and he was there, groaning out his own release as he slammed himself home. His seed rushed out of him, rapidly filling inside her as he shoved his cock against her walls, grinding and pulsing into her. The amount was so much, too much for her to contain...rivulets of his thick seed mingled with her fluids started to dribble out of her hole around his cock, dripping down off of them onto the cushion and the hay. But so much of it still remained in her, filling her so deeply and so thickly...she thought she might swell with his load before it was done, he seemed almost endless in his production, and every drop was welcomed, sating the craving she had been having for so long.

But finally, it ceased, and Garth’s tension eased as he pulled himself away from her. His cock emerged with a slurp, a rush of his seed following behind, his shaft still well-covered and not appearing to recede from its stiff state in the slightest. Panting hard, he leaned back onto one of the hay piles near Gail. It was more comfortable than he thought it would be, pliable and fairly soft...he imagined the hay wouldn’t be as easy on him if not for the fur he had, which was probably why Gail used cushions. But he was almost right at home.

He watched Gail closely as she slowly settled down herself, her breathing taking a good couple minutes to get it under control. Not that she seemed to care much, her expression was very blissful...apparently a job well done by Garth, which satisfied him to no end. “You all right, Gail?”

“Ah...better than. That was...the perfect treatment. I think...ha...I think I’m a lot less tense and a lot looser down there now.”

Garth couldn’t help but snicker a bit. “That is an effect I have on people. And why some are leery about trying me...I worked hard to make sure it wasn’t rough on you.”

“You were amazing, Garth...I can’t even tell you how much I needed that. I waited too long to ask, for sure…”

“Better late than never, to be sure. Especially where this is concerned.”

“Mm, yes...are you...going to be busy, in the coming days?”

“Not particularly. Did you have something in mind?”

Gail nodded and rose a bit, looking over at Garth; the sight of him lounging naked on the hay, looking like a rugged mountain of a handsome horse man, was not one she wanted to give up quickly. “I...remember I mentioned I wanted a little retreat in here...I was...wondering if you’d...share it with me. Just the two of us, no clothes, having as much private time together as we can...maybe play around with some things, get a little adventurous...I’m, ah, a bit...curious to try the...mating rack, for example…”

Garth chuckled quietly. “I would certainly make sure it was the time of your life...I rather like the sound of that. I’ve got too much vacation built up anyway, they’ve been telling me to take some time off...I can scarcely think of a better use for it at the moment. I only hope I can keep up with you for that long.”

Gail laughed as she stroked Garth’s face. “I’m not worried at all...a virile stallion like you, I think you can manage. But if you want me to try to wear you out, I would love to.”

“And I’ll make sure you’re nice and stretched and relaxed. A week of this, though...still pretty unlikely, but there’s a chance you’ll end up with a foal if we keep going raw.”

“I don’t care. What will happen will happen, but I’m not going to let it stop me from finally getting some relief...I’ve been dry for too long not to get wet.”

“If you’re good with that, then I am, too. Even if that doesn’t happen, I’ll make sure to pack you so full you’ll look like you’re carrying one.”

“You had better. Why don’t you try planting one in me again right now? I’m certain you have plenty left in the tank, and I want it in MY tank.”

“Well, then, I had better get right to it.” Garth rose up once again, grinning down at Gail as she smiled back up at him. His cock found the entrance to her pussy once more, and this time he didn’t feel any need to hold back, not when she had been nice and primed. It was going to be a good few days for both of them, he was sure of it...and he could worry about the after after. Something told him he wouldn’t have too much to worry about anyway.