Laserpaints

There’s a storm brewing. In the few minutes before the cloudburst will come, the celebrated broodmare of the farm is taking a deserved break from her studs. She beckons you over and lets you know that your glances during all of her matings haven’t gone unnoticed: This is your chance to be with her. So many prize stallions have been through her – in either direction – you can hardly imagine that she even feels you inside of her. Somehow you still last less than a minute. Thunder roars. You are lost in the matriarch’s warm embrace.

Getting a little weird here 😉 The drawing is a bit messy, but I like the whole hotdog down a hallway idea 😉
Also, an experimental crotchboob version on patreon, along with high resolution versions. https://patreon.com/hides