Unfortunately, my lover’s prick had retracted back into his body. Indian Sex Glancing around anxiously, I was surprised to find the place deserted but for the horny zebra. But I soon realized that did not matter; it was in the past and there was nothing I could do about it. “Oh no!” I thought as I felt my arousal level rise and my eyes travel to the nearest zebra’s crotch. That meant my lover’s semen did not taste sweet like in my stories. You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Moments later, an identical fantasy world replaced it and, within seconds, I noticed something between the zebra’s hind legs. “I want to go see the giraffes,” said the ten-year-old. Even the other zebras had magically vanished. “All right,” I sighed as I threw the zebra I had been fantasizing about one final glance before following Candy to the giraffe pen. “Wow!” I could not help but gasp as I realized the amount of semen produced by my equine lover was quite considerable.
