The Aryan Stallion Breeds His Fat-tittied White Cow
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Getting bred by 3 feet of white bull
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Rough Spanking Cream Pie Facial Lactation Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
I was in the middle of the streets when I saw him.
Nothing special happened. Just another day, just another walk by the park with my ultra-massive boobs and neck-twisting, catcall-inviting curvy figure. I was being harassed by the thousandth guy in the day (and about to lose my patience), when I saw that massive Lambo SUV swerve by the sidewalk, then stop a dozen or so feet away from me.
My heart stopped. Before I even saw who was driving that impressively expensive vehicle, I knew it was something ... big. Something heavy. Something life-changing.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Waves of energy radiated from that car. I looked at its tires and, god, they were low! The car, huge as it was, was almost dragging its body on the asphalt. Either it was carrying, like, one hundred people in it (it was big, but not that big, you know) or it was carrying something like an elephant, and both options seemed equally impossible until its front door opened and then ... he stepped outside.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The ground shook a little when he stepped out of his vehicle (though from the passenger’s seat, peculiarly) and stood over seven feet tall on the sidewalk, casting his shadow on me with his impressive ... no, his impossible muscles.
He was the biggest man I had ever seen, and I’m not even joking. He was so tall I actually wondered whether he was seven ... or EIGHT feet tall! I’m very good at measuring men, down to the decimal inches, but I confess that my “height radar” kind of malfunctioned after seven feet of height. It just ... pheew! I was never calibrated for these heights, you know? No man could be this tall, but he ... he...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He was! He was impressively, no, impossibly tall, and his incredible height somehow was the least shocking thing about him. “Oh ... my ... god...” I looked at that man, and damn, I was salivating. Muscles. Just ... muscles. Muscles everywhere. All muscles. “Jesus...” My heartbeat accelerated. He was big. He was thick and bulky and huge. His shape was elegant, sexy, the typical V-shaped torso that we all want in a man, but ... god, he was also HUGE! He was massive. Pure mass. The cross between a male fitness model and the world’s most roided out bodybuilder.
He was big. Big. Big. BIG! His width was somehow greater than his height. Well, it looked this way at first glance, against the shine of the sun that, also somehow, shone less intensely than the golden locks of his hair, of which he had plenty! “Jesus ... oh, god...” My heart suffocated me with its violent throbs. I was frozen still, and my breasts began to lactate. Glush. Glursh. Glursh. I felt the milk violently shaking inside my ultra-massive cow udders, then leaking out of my big, hard nipples. I always needed to wear a few extra layers of clothing because of my gigantic white mammaries, but not even all the clothes in the world could prevent my lactation from showing that day, that evening, as my body and my senses were assaulted by the sight of the most massive, hyper-virile man in existence!
Dark spots grew on my shirt. They kept growing until the entire shirt was dark and the milk was showing, then dripping abundantly from its head. The darkness of that wetness continue to spread down to my jeans. I was in heat. “Breed me ... I need...” The words climbed through my out and out of my lips with a rush of heat that burst from my trembling heart. I wanted to stop, but my body, my sexual organs, my soul, had all been hijacked by that incredible Alpha male. “I need to breed. I need good breeding, daddy.” I spoke softly to him, mere whispers, but the almost imperceptible changes in his face showed me that he heard me quite well—and that he was going to oblige my every wish and whim.
The muscle god gestured to someone inside of the car. Out of the SUV, then, five other women appeared. My body, at first taken over by lust and arousal, was filled with jealousy and hatred. I knew immediately that I had no claim over that man, and that to expect him, A GOD, to stick to just one woman wound be as ridiculous as the size of my breasts and the size of his ... everything! Still, females be females, and I was taken by the desire to MURDER all of those rivals as they stepped out of the car and looked at me with just as intense a blood lust.
The tense stand-off lasted only as long as the blond god allowed it. With mere grunts and growls, he communicated with his mates, who were all superbly well-dressed, though a bit disheveled by what I assumed was a very steamy make-out session drawn suddenly and unceremoniously to a close. The women all listened to him and paid attention to his every movement like they weren’t women at all, but automata, mere sex dolls that he had crafted and breathed life into with some arcane magic or such. They all looked at him, ready to obey his next command, and with very simple words (and a voice so deep it made me squirt), the god commanded: “Just one. To the woods.”
A terrible desolation rushed through their bodies, and the four less beautiful women looked at me with double the intensity of hatred and jealousy. Whatever he had meant with those words, fuck, it surely was something really bad for them.
The woman closest to him (and also the most beautiful, as spectacular and well-endowed as I was) whistled to the others, who disbanded and walked away. Hmm, that was easy. Only she and I were left, and before she invited me to come over, the muscle monster brought me on his own, walking to me with all those impressive muscles, and hypnotizing me with the sexy bulge and swivel of his colossal pecs. The ground shook as he approached me: Boom! Boom! Bang! And the milk in my breasts boiled as my jugs jumped, jumped, jumped ever harder the closer he got. I had to hold my monster tits with my hands (which looked minuscule in comparison to them) when the monster got a few feet away from me, and then, just like this, he whisked me away, grabbing me by the waist and carrying me to the back of his car like an object, as worthless and beautiful as all the women in his posse.
His Alpha female was in a terrible mood when I passed her, but she was powerless to stop her god when he chose a new mate to fill with semen. Oh, god, look what I am saying! “To fill with semen!” The god had violated my autonomy and essentially kidnapped me already, but all that I could think of was... “Fill me, daddy. Fill me...!” My pussy was dripping from my soaked jeans when we entered the car. “By god, stud ... fill my womb plump with your cum!”
The car moved, and off we went to a heavy evening of fucking. When I least noticed, I was on the back of the car, which was custom-made for him like a giant, moving room; the inside of a van with couches on the sides and nothing in the middle. It was a love room on wheels.
The car moved low and slow thanks to his weight. It was the biggest SUC in the world, almost a minibus, and it had to be, for its owner was the biggest man alive, and by god, I couldn’t get enough of him! “God...!” I bit my fat lower lip as my heart raced again, and dear god, I looked at him, I devoured him, I consumed him with my eyes! His muscles were more bulging and overwhelming when he was sitting down, looking at me with those precious blue eyes, the most shining and perfect eyes I had ever seen.
The god grunted and growled, but these were merely the sounds his body (and his muscles) produced naturally. He was calm and at ease, but his mere breath produced a rumbling that radiated across the vehicle, up my legs, and into my horny and gushy pussy: Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! I rolled my eyes, bit my lips, and shivered with the quake of my thunderous orgasms as the god’s mere presence made me ejaculate. My pants were soaked and my pussy was lubricating itself like crazy. “God ... oh, god...!” I lost my breath. I was cumming—and I couldn’t stop!
The god, who was blond and chiseled like a Nazi poster boy, spread out his legs to display me the size of his virility. The orgasms raged on me, but I somehow didn’t pass out as my soul, my willpower, every bit of energy in me was focused on admiring the enormity of his member, the sheer size and weight of his elephant-breaking behemoth. “Dear ... god...” I slobbered over my tits.
The stud had the penis of a god. A horse cock wouldn’t begin to make it justice. It was tucked into his pants, still, and trapped under heavy layers of cloth, but its bulge alone was the most tremendous thing I had ever seen hanging from the hips of a male of any species, and when I say this stud was perhaps too great for even an elephant, I mean it. “Jesus ... fuck ... oh, god...” I looked at that beast and its size broke my mind. His eggs were big, fat, and clearly weighty. I felt my jaw creak and hurt just by looking at them. Full of cum. Throbbing and moving uncomfortably under the mass of his penis and the pressure of those pants; he wore clothes as loose as he could buy (or commission), but it was not enough, it was never enough for a man with the biggest muscles and biggest body on the planet.
As his Alpha female drove us through the streets and out of the city, he looked at me, and I understood his command. He didn’t need to say a word to have me on my needs, unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my massive, weighty mammaries. Bwoom! Bwoom! His muscles shifted a little, and I saw my god flexing them and groaning as he had a good look at my fat, naked tits. “Uurhm!” His deep growl pierced my womb and made me lactate even harder. God, I was making so many eggs for him...
“Jesus...!” I stretched my hand to his bulge, and the heat was maddening! “Fuck!” I caressed the god cock and felt it harder than an iron beam. It was already the hardest cock I had ever touched, and it was completely soft! Round and round, it overwhelmed my palm. The soft, flaccid prick was so thick that I needed both hands to encircle it. “H-how ... how can it be...?”
Dear god, the bastard was hung!! His confidence only grew as he fondled my cheeks very sweetly with one huge, strong hand, then unzipped his pants calmly with the other. I stood back, tits squirting milk on his legs, as the god slowly pulled his pants out and revealed to me the massive size of his white breeding godhood. Dear lord, he was big! The root of the cock alone was like a horse. Like, bigger than any guy I had ever taken! “S-shit...!”
His biceps swelled and nearly tore through his sleeves as he slid one hand under the base of his penis and proceeded to slowly, almost painfully pull it out. The cock was so big was that it required a very slow, special handling. I saw his handsome facing twitching and his brows furling as he groaned low and deep, suffering a bit of pain as he pulled out inch after inch of the jaw-dropping super cock—and then I counted his inches: “Seven ... eight ... ten...” My heart actually throbbed slower as the god revealed his impossible manhood to me, surpassing one foot of length easily, and then retrieving more and more and more...
His balls were in great pain as they moved uncomfortably with the sliding weight of his veiny penis. The cock was so full of veins that it was actually much thicker than I had first assessed; without veins, it would have already been almost too big for both of my hands, but with all those veins, fuck, it became a horse-breaker. “S-shit!” It was probably too thick for even a mare, as if that Alpha male had been bred to impale to rhinos or elephants, not common barnyard animals. “You’re ... incredible!” My eyes fluttered with little cartoon hearts as the god revealed over half of his impressive womb-filler. And then more ... more ... more cock came. “Oh, Jesus...”
Fourteen inches became sixteen, and sixteen inches became twenty until his rose-colored helmet was revealed. The stallion had begun to piss out precum by the time he got the tip of his monster cock on his waistband, and he had to hold the middle of the cock with one hand so that it didn’t flop down uncomfortably like a giant limp arm or a hammock made of pure flesh. I was squirting and mewling hard when I saw all this manhood, and then he pulled out more and more and more... “Fuck!”, until I saw twenty-four inches of flaccid god-cock throbbing and rippling with veins before me.
“Uurhm!” The god gave a satisfied grunt, then released the cock to let it fall down and slap hard on the seat. Boom!!
Jesus! Sweet Jesus! The beast was enormous! Colossal beyond description! “Oh, my god!” I looked at that monster cock, and it flowed from his hips all the way down to the ground. His foreskin moved back a few centimeters every time it throbbed, with the god becoming gradually more arousing, and the virile thing spewed juices that I didn’t think even an elephant could produce. “God! God! God!” I looked up to him and smiled. I was his whore, as was any woman who beheld that triumphant dick.
The god had an arrogant smirk on his face, and all the arrogance in the world was well-earned for him. He was a white god with the biggest muscles and certainly the biggest dick this side of the galaxy. Oh, lord, look at the size of his beast...! He was more like an animal than anything else, though his supermodel looks reminded me of his humanity. “Uuurhm! Uuuurhm!!” Always growling, and now groaning ever more deeply, the animal moved his hands back into his pants and grabbed one enormous testicle.
Shit! I saw his fingers bulging through the pants and ripping them apart with the excess of meat, of pressure in them. “Damn...!” I was panting and slobbering on my giant udders, the only thing in the world that could possibly rival his manhood in fleshly size, and then I saw as the giant groaned and grunted as he carefully wrapped his massive, salami-sized fingers around them nut and slowly, slowly pulled it back, ripping more and more of his pants as he tried to release the organ without causing too much pain on himself.
“Uuurhm! Uuurhm!!” His giant arms bulged, and his sleeves were stretched out, then torn apart in a few bits. Crack! Crack! It was like the world was coming undone by him simply removing one of his testicles from his pants. He tore more of said pants apart and pulled out half of the giant nut. The car was filled with the scent of his cum and hormones, and the testosterone was so thick I could almost swim in it!
“Ooh ... oorh, aah ... f-fuck...!” I heard another voice, a moaning cry, and it wasn’t mine, but the driver’s! His Alpha female moaned and squirted as she drove us out of the city and towards the nearby woods, and the SUV smelled like sex with all the bodily fluids and hormones that we produce. The aftermath of an orgy with one thousand people would have smelled anywhere so filthy!
“Jesus...!” I groaned and gulped as I saw the god continue to retrieve his impressive testicles, which was quite larger than an ostrich egg, smooth and shiny except on its top and back, where the huge, powerful veins and tubes fed the god blood and transported his semen, respectively. “Jesus ... fuck ... this is an egg! Now, this is a man!”
The bull rewarded me with a bigger smile as he pulled out the final inches of his giant egg, then dropped it casually, Boom!, making the car rumble as the nut quickly settled down, Boom!, and it was like a meteor had fallen a few miles away. “Fuck!” My heart was racing, and the milk was spilling faster, in rhythmic loads, following every throb of my desperate organ. The nut, too, throbbed, and each throb was the most astounding, virile thing I had the honor of witnessing: Boom! Boom! Boom! The juices were hidden as they flowed clearly just under the sack, so massive and thick that they looked like slimy snaked trailing along the highway of tubes around that nut. The entire penis shook with every throb of that powerful testicle, and the sack was low, low, so low, hanging down a few inches from the ground after the horse had dropped it.
“Uuurrhm!! Uuurhm!!” The bull continued to groan as the testicle filled itself up, it seemed, with more and more semen.
“Dear ... god...” I shook, I quivered. “This is a machine!” My eyes were tearing up as the god called my attention back to him, curling a finger near my face and guiding my eyes with it towards his shocking, inhumanly big torso. The god slowly and sensuously unmade button after button of that enormous white T-shirt, and without much further ado, he pulled it open in one long and elegant motion ... and I cried! I cried and spasmed and almost passed out as he revealed to me the biggest, most chiseled, most Greek-God-like body I had ever s— Ah, shit, you already know what I’m going to say, but HOLY SHIT, what else can I say about him?! Dude wasn’t just ripped; he was, like, PURE MUSCLE!!
The brightness in the car increased, like, as if there was more light inside, it seemed, because his pecs were so big and shiny that it was like the god had a sun inside of them, making them gleam with the natural heat of his bull-sized body. The bull threw his shirt on my face, then chuckled with that deep, impressive voice as I squirted and lactated all over his car. His penis produce a liter of precum every minute, with his single loose testicle contracting and rising as it released another liter through his tube. “D-damn ... damn...!!” I pulled the shirt out of my face to see his impressive physique again, and my squirting ripped my pussy apart; I felt like I was being torn in half my thick, sweet, meaty legs as I watched that Alpha male casually flex and harden his muscles with the slightest of his movements.
“Uuurrhm!! Uuurrhm!” The bull relaxed, resting his colossal back on his couch and letting me take in all (and I mean AAAAALL) of the hundreds, maybe thousands of pounds of pure white boy muscle of his torso.
“We’re here.” His woman called. The car had stopped moving. We were in the woods, a nice reserve next to the city, and I didn’t know if there were any people there, but I didn’t care, ‘cause I knew I’d get PLOWED in these wood by the stallion.
“Uurhm. Uuurhm!” The god grunted to her, and the woman understood him through his beastly grunts and animalistic growls.
“Whatever!” She scoffed, and before she left the car, she gave me this one nasty, repellent look, letting me know, as clearly as if she had spelled it out, out loud, with every word, that she would have had my head chopped off if her male hadn’t taken a liking on me.
Well, who gives a fuck. Byeeee, bitch! I paid her no mind as she left us and closed the door, leaving me alone with her animal for him to do to me whatever the fuck he desired, and I too kind of lost my ability to speak, merely meowing and moaning as the half-naked beast looked at me like an item on a menu, a predator figuring out which part of me he would devour first.
My tits surely looked appetizing as they wobbled here and there, kind of destabilizing me with their weight, and my torso leaned to wherever they swung as they shook and moved on their own; heavy, colossal beasts to almost rival his cow-splitting, bull-raping behemoth. Bwoom! Bwoom! Bwoom! Little showers of milk escaped my nipples. I was proud of my tits, which were only slightly more impressive than my colossal, Brazilian-like butt, and my thick and juicy thighs. I was a six feet tall, blue-eyed blonde, white and pink-fleshed like Aphrodite out of the morning foam by the sea, and I was hot, hot, hot! Hot with my gorgeous body and my fertile womb ready, oh, all ready for him!
My freckled cheeks burned red as apples as my whole face, in fact, turned red, so intensely red, glistening like a giant light bulb as the god enjoyed the sight of my naked tits almost as much as I enjoyed looking and worshiping his virile body. “Jesus ... you’re so ... so fucking big!” The pecs, the abs, the colossal walls of muscles drawing down in a V-shape to the root of his shaft, then the shaft itself, twenty-four inches of ultra-manly, colossal bull mean, white and veiny, pure Caucasian godhood, spewing a liter or so of precum thanks to that single nut that throbbed loud, slow, and powerfully out of his pants.
“Uuurhm! Uuurhm!” The young stallion (and I could tell that he was young, ‘cause his face, despite being so manly and chiseled, almost like a jaw of steel, was incredibly boyish and indecently young, almost twink-like, fuck, and I wondered I wondered oh I wondered if he was even legal! Like, if he was old enough to plow his women!!)...
Fuck, I lost track of my ... uh, though-process ... Anyway, uh ... the young stallion sank one hand back into his pants, and with a bit less patience than before, he ripped more of the pants out and grabbed the giant nut. It was a powerful gesture, the way with which he cupped his organ with his full palm, grabbing it like he surely grabbed the tits of his woman, full of power and strength and possession, holding his nut like he wanted to make both me and himself sure that his the nut was his, entirely his! Veins climbed over his bicep as it swelled and bulged, and each bicep was the size of a grown man’s torso, and then slowly, very slowly, he pulled out his nut, and his muscles all rippled and expanded as he tried not to hurt himself releasing that other monumental, basketball-sized nut.
“Fuck ... how many gallons of cum can he make?” I caught myself whispered, and then I briefly covered my mouth before realizing that, welp, it was futile, anyway. “S-shit!” His muscles rumbled and hardened as he retrieved the final inches of his semen bag, and a thin cloud of steam sizzled from his pants as he withdrew it and held before me, the giant white egg throbbing, throbbing on his palm, making his muscles bulge slightly with every throb, and letting me see every wave of power running through his body from that egg on his hands as he produced god-like loads of jizz just ... for me! “Jesus!” I licked my lips, and then the god quickly dropped the giant orb like the previous one.
Bang!! The car wobbled, and the aluminum frame of his seat was dented by the egg as it crashed on it. “Jesus...!!” I was spraying the ground with my squirt, but not really, ‘cause I still wore my pants, I realized I needed to get naked, fully naked for him as well ... but the god stopped me with a quick, yet authoritative grunt: “Uuurhm!!” My whole body froze and my tits jumped as he growled, then proceeded to tear the remainder of his pants out of his legs.
I came again, and even harder, when I saw the size and muscularity of his legs. What else can I say? That man had more muscles in one leg that the world’s biggest bodybuilder had in its whole body. “Oh ... my ... god...” His penis actually looked “adequate” compared to those legs. Like, it didn’t look small, but it kind of looked like a penis of adequate and fair size when crammed next to those thunder thighs and god-like calves.
The god parted his legs and spread them out as widely as he could, and I noticed that he easily took two thirds of the frame of his SUV with his spread. His hips were as large as any man’s torso, and his actual torso and shoulders occupied a similar space, like, also two-thirds of the whole back of tha vehicle. “Jesus, my god ... you are a giant!” I looked up and saw that his head touched the ceiling. Well, almost. I barely graced the ceiling when the giant was sitting down.
“Uurhm. Uuurhm!” The lord grunted, and my womb understood his words—and my body obeyed him at once. Whimpering and mewling, and took off my pants and undid all of my clothes. It took me five minutes to get naked for him, actually, as I, too, abounded with flesh and healthy sexual organs, a triumph of Mother Nature, if I’d dare drop my humility for a second, and the byproduct of only the world’s finest, healthiest genes.
“Oh, lord...” I covered my mouth again, for the words were almost too spicy, too taboo to even think. I looked at him as I got naked, though, and I knew he also thought the same: we were a flawless pair about to mate, breed, and produce GODS as offspring. Our genes were perfect and superior. The rest of humankind had nothing on us, and we were as gods next to every other person on the planet; even supermodels would look like peons and peasant, worthless bums next to our godly frames!
“Uurhm! Uuurrhm!!
And he knew that. He took pleasure in filling up countless worthless bodies with the buckets of hot, heavy semen I knew he could produce with the ease and effortlessness of a child during play. “Holy shit, your balls are soooo huge...” I moaned and whimpered as the last of my clothes came undone, and the car was getting steamy with the heat of our bodies and abundant sexual fluids.
The god opened out the windows. I saw the steam flowing out in long, thin white curtains. The light of the sun made his body shine slightly golden. I was paralyzed by his beauty, hurting just by looking at his mass and feeling the weight of his muscles and cum-loaded balls before touching him!
The stallion leaned over to me and touched my face carefully, and I had no will, no mind when he guided me back to my knees and before his god-cock and god-balls, those burning, throbbing genitals where the cum flowed so abundantly I could actually hear the bastard flowing inside! Shit, I could actually see it! The thick, heavy mass sliding around, up and down his virile eggs. “Shit ... shit ... god...” Muttering and moaning totally helplessly, I delved into those balls and gave them the best spit-shine the god deserve.
Boom! Boom...! The bastards basically kicked me in the face every time they throbbed and pulsated. Glursh! Glursh...! The semen was sooo loud, oh, and sooo thick! “Jesus ... I can taste it...” My lips popped, plopped, and smacked as I produced insane amounts of spit to shine those two enormous balls, which burned my palms as I held them from below and felt their weight and density. “Shit ... this is so thick...” I felt his penis throbbing on my back as the god lifted it up slowly with one hand and laid it over my shoulder. “Shit, your cum ... it burns so hot...” I felt his juices spewing and flowing down my spine. They made a nice massage as the god ejaculated his precum on my sexy, white back. God, his penis was so heavy! It was one hundred pounds, at least! “Fuck ... animal...” My face burned in filthy lust with his smell and heat. “Feels like I’m kissing the testicles of a bull...” My lips popped, popped, and popped with my light-sucking kisses, the tip of my tongue swirling around the turgid masses and poking them lightly with its tip as I slobbered liters of spit around the impressive, bucket-filling jizz-makers. “Fuck, I am sorry, my god.” I kissed him. I kissed him... “Your balls ... are much bigger than a bull’s.”
“Uuurrhm. Uuurrrhm!”
The god rested and relaxed again. I felt his muscles swelling and rippling as he raised his arms and crossed them behind his back as he spread his legs even wider and allowed me to feast on the ample banquet of cum, sweat, and testosterone that were his testicles. Schlurpt! Schluprt! Schlerpt! My tits were burning under the mantle of my abundant spit as I consumed those nuts more arduously and voraciously. “God...!” I pushed one of the nuts against my tits, but the bastards was so heavy that it barely budged despite me using the full strength of my (admittedly) long and thing arms. “Fuck, how heavy are these??”
The god chuckled as he clearly enjoyed himself and the effect he had on me. His size, his mass ... They were all perfectly calibrated to arouse a woman to madness! “Fuck, you virile beast...!” The semen flowed and coursed hot and slow inside that myriad of heavy tubes beneath his sack, a webway of cum-ridden tunnels that would be impossible to explore and fully map out, fuck, even if I had the rest of my life to do it. “So many liters...!” My slobber became messy and bubbly, and the sound of my spitting and kissing, sucking and licking, at points became deafening! “Jesus Christ! There’s so much cum in here!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!! I felt his penis throb and harden on my back. His sprays of precum splashed on the wall behind me. God, he was getting hard, and my eardrums were almost popping with the strength and depth of his virile, virile groans! “Uuuurrhm...!! Ooorrr-uuurrhm...!!!”
My pussy sizzled as I felt myself giving pleasure to that god-like bull, and with greater strength and energy, I worshiped his balls with my tongue and lips while gathering my tits around them, pushing the full weight of my flesh against the balls and... “F-fuck!! Aaahee!!”, driving myself to sudden and shocking orgasms as the power of the testicles radiated through me, each and every throb triggering a stack of several multiple orgasms under and around my clit. “Fuck!! Fuck!! S-shit!!” And the mantle of spit was like a waterfall as, despite the blistering strength of my orgasms, I doubled down and never lost focus of my balls-worship. “Master ... your eggs are so, so very full!”
His penis sprayed precum on the ceiling. I felt it. I heard the aluminum ceiling of the car crack, crunch, and bend under the powerful sprout he ejaculated on it. “Uuuurrrhm!! Uuuurrrhm...!!” The bull groaned, flexed, shifted his weight awkwardly on the seat as my tongue and breasts warmed his testicles and brought more hardness, heat, and pleasure to his ever-rising rod. Too curious for my own good, I couldn’t help myself to pull my head slightly back and glance up at his penis to see just how mas- “HOLY SHIT!!!”