Stranded in the middle of the night on a stretch of deserted road, Jane did the only thing she could: started walking.
Little did she know that she was being watched. Watched by a very dominant, powerful and horny stallion who wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.
Jazz, a dark bay stallion, watched the woman kick a pebble as she stomped along the road. He snorted, feeling hot emotions boil in his blood.
He neighed and galloped through the vast field and slid to a stop before her. The stallion reared, flaying his hooves in the night air.
Jane jumped back, fear lurking in her eyes. Her heart rattled her ribcage as it felt as if it were trying to escape.
"Easy boy." She nibbled on her lip as she looked for an escape route. Unfortunately, it was pitch black and she could barely see three feet in front of her.
He pranced toward her and thrust his muzzle into her breasts, nuzzling them through her shirt.
"Hey boy, what are you doing?" She asked nervously as she slowly backed away.
He stepped forward and grabbed her shirt.
He whinnied, sniffed her bra and then pulled it from her breasts, exposing them to his greedy gaze.