Emily grava entradas de diário em voz over sobre seu novo garanhão teimoso, Marvin, que repetidamente deixa cair seu enorme pênis eqüino na frente dela na fazenda, estendendo-o de propósito quando ela se aproxima à noite. Ela fica visivelmente seduzida, ajoelha ao lado do cavalo, toca e cultua o grosso pênis do animal e as pesadas bolas enquanto encara em excitação, levando a provocações de bestialidade e culto ao pênis no celeiro e no pasto. Traz cenas nuas e vestidas dela escrevendo no diário, close-ups dos genitais do cavalo, cenário externo da fazenda de dia e de noite, sem cena de ejaculação, mas com foco intenso no grande horsecock e na luta interna dela.
Dear Diary, this is Emily, I'm no longer living alone on this piece of land because as you know I purchased a horse yesterday. His name is Marvin. Today I spent all day setting everything up for his arrival. It's not much, but he now has a little paddock and shed to call his own, with enough space to graze and move around freely to his heart's tent. I do however have to admit, it's not as easy going with him as I thought it would be. You see, when I went to the stables yesterday, the other horses seemed so friendly and welcoming, it made me immediately connect with them. With Marvin, it's a bit different. He seems very stubborn and doesn't listen. Sometimes I feel like he's even ignoring me on purpose, blaming me on just overthinking. He probably just needs a bit more time to get to know me in his new home. Dear Diary, this is Emily. It's the middle of the night and I can't fall asleep. I actually just came back home from a walk to clear my head. On my way I also checked by Marvin to see how he's doing. He was fine, I think. He does this thing where he lets his penis hang out and I'm not exactly sure why. It's probably just natural and they do that from time to time, but I can't shake the feeling that he does it on purpose when I'm around. Like, he dropped it the second I arrived and I could literally watch it extend. Almost as if he wanted to show me. He almost got me tempted to, um, never mind. Anyway, he's a horse. That whole thing is obviously stupid to think about, right? But I also remembered the farm where he was from. There were no female horses. Now that I think of it, I didn't even see any women. Maybe he's not used to be around girls. Is that why he is so weird with me? I'm probably overthinking once again, but it would explain a few things. Oh well. I will tell and I should try to get some sleep. Good night, dear diary.
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