Oh it smells sir. Eeww, Oh no! Oh s***, s***! S*** was everywhere. It f****** smelled! Smells smells smells. Eeww, horse poop Smells. My s*** pet horse can’t stop poo ing himself. He just ejects lump, after hot smelly lump of gross poo, all over my muddy soft shiny riding boots. Oh no! Now they f****** smell! some of my horsey’s poo even drops into them and on to my sweaty feet. It makes me wet in my pink latex pants when I feel the warm sqwidgy horse poo land on my soft creamy toes. Ohmigawd, ohmigawd, I wanna smell it, and rub it in my hands. My soft stinky riding boots f****** stunk. I started to naughtily wet myself, making s*** puddles in my boots, splishing on to the horse poop, softening it. Eeww, eeww, i moaned, as hot rivers of flowing piss cascaded down my sleek legs. Eventually drops of it jumped out of my boots, shining the outside. This made my horsey take notice, as he lowered his soft head to my p****, and started sniffing, hungrily, breathing out heavily through his huge nostrils. A puff of his breath caught the hairs on top of my large bush, making me shiver, as his horse d*** grew larger, and larger. ‘oh my gawd, lancelot?’, I moaned breathlessly, as my steed kept poo ing, ‘you lieek that? ohmigawd, my horsey is soou gross. I like it though…’. I promptly kissed him, feeling his huge tongue force its way into my virgin mouth like a c***. A wet, sloppy, but muscular tongue, that I started to s***. Lancelot was getting extra feed today. I moaned loudly. lancelot was r***** my mouth, ohmigawd! Ohmigawd, ohmygawd. I couldn’t resist this for much longer…my smelly poo monster horse was tonguing my mouth, I had to feel that in my gooey p**** too. First though, I looked down at my smelly, stinky riding boots. They stinnk. The shine gets me biting my lip. I break my horse’s passionate molesting kiss, and, with an ever growing blush on my face, red as a Ferrari, I go around to the back of my horse. Ohmigawd, oh god, god, s***, s*** s*** s***, he’s still poo pinggg!