sex we cam The shed of hay and cow dung reigned in the empty shed.
But nothing could distract Nadyusha from the audible somewhere in the opposite corner rustling and panting.
It was a Trophy.
Nadia went to his side.

He stood proudly and motionless, as if waiting for her.
Nadya moistened and soaped washcloth.
Passing through the horse’s beautiful and dark body, she led a sponge from the mane to the tail.
Never before had she washed a horse and came so close to him, except that sometimes her grandfather put her astride a black man: Nadia stood so close to the beefy thigh of an animal that the hairs of the tail that drove away the annoying flies of the little girl.
Coming closer to the tail, Nadya decided to help rid the horse of annoying insects.
She began to drive a washcloth where the tail hit the elastic buttocks.
Driving a washcloth from the back and below, she suddenly noticed that the part of the horse’s body that remains uncovered during the swinging of horsehair has a slightly different color.

The animal’s skin color was more brown than black, but Nadya noticed that under the tail it was black, and it seemed as if under the place from which, as Nadia knew, tumble out of the trophy and other horses in the village of shit, as if skin hid two large balls.
Rejecting fear, Nadyaushka touched the balls, the horse suddenly started, and Nadia abruptly threw away her hand.
Forgetting about this, she with the words “And here everything should be clean,” continued to wash the horse’s belly.
Again, the washcloth slipping in girl’s hands approached the balls, only on the other side.
Having held her hand, Nadyaushka suddenly noticed that there was, as it were, a notch in front of the two balls – there should have been another one in it, but for some reason it was not there.
Suddenly, the child thought that this black color remained after the horse rested yesterday lying on a muddy lawn by the road. sex we cam
“Strange,” thought the girl, because usually the horses do not roll in the mud, but rest while standing on a green lawn or in the grass.

Having spent a few more times, Nadya made sure that the dirt did not come off, and led the washcloth again towards the abdomen.
Passing along the “empty bag”, the hand suddenly failed.
Nadia threw a brush into a bucket standing nearby.
The horse’s skin was soaped and the girl slipped easily into an empty bag.
The joy of the child knew no bounds when she felt the little ball “the third ball,” which, suddenly, began to move towards Nadina’s hand.
To the surprise of the girl, the “ball” did not just roll out of the bag, from there a thick sausage began to appear, which became more and more every second.
The girl took this miracle of nature in the hand, which was still soaped, and began to drive back and forth along this wand instead of a ball.
Through several such movements, this wand turned into a real cudgel.
The animal shuddered once more, and suddenly a powerful jet of yellow liquid gushed out of this arcuate club.
Nadyusha, frightened, bounced off to the side, touched a bucket with her leg and ran away to the door, thinking, probably, that the animal is about to explode.

But after ten seconds, when the girl peered from behind the door jamb at the animal spewing yellow waterfall, she calmed down.
“Ah, it turns out that this is how horses piss!”, She thought, and again approached the animal.
Under the pink dress girls were panties alone.
Having lowered them, the girl squatted over a bucket from which she took soap liquid.
Now a small yellow trickle flowed out of a little baby slit.
Nadya liked such an occupation, because it brought her pleasure.
When Nadyusha bathed in a river or in a career, having stealthily entered a hill or a cliff of a quarry, or reeds in a streamlet, she always tried to write in the water.
She was attracted not only by the sound of a babbling yellow trickle, but also by the feeling when a warm liquid washes the walls of her still small and undeveloped genital sponges.
Sometimes Nadusha inserted a finger into the hole, from where her yellow stream flowed and felt the burning heat not only with her fingers, but also with the lips that were wet from baby urine.

Nadia always remembered all this when she was left alone with herself.
When no one was at home, she tried to drink plenty of water in order to quickly go and pee: And now, writing in a bucket, she thought about it.
The horse’s penis was still poured, but not so elastic.
Still flowing droplets from the horse’s member caused Nadia’s increasing attention, and, not fully completing the bladder emptying procedure, she approached the Trophy and took his arc-shaped wand.
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