The Broodmare (Patreon)

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.
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You may remember this sketch from a while back. It's a bit messy, but I like the whole hotdog down a hallway idea ;)

Also, an experimental crotchboob version. Not sure about that one.

Hi res down below