[Honestly, Matt's becoming more and more tempted to do just that, move to one of the bigger stalls, pretend he's supposed to, that it's just business as usual. He feels hollow, empty, even taking three, four of his own fingers, free hand clumsier over what it can reach of the stallion's shaft. Hopefully his eagerness to relax his aching jaw, to take more cock down his throat makes up for that, though.
The gush makes him grunt, soft and surprised, but he takes it like a champ, swallowing eagerly, ears twitching, tail flicking like a contentedly nursing calf. With some effort, he forces himself to stop fucking down on his own hand, dragging his slick fingers loose and going back to stroking the thick cock with both hands. Now he can taste himself on the overheated flesh, moaning approvingly, tongue flicking eager and coaxing at the dripping head. It's not ideal, but it's enough, it'll be enough to make the stallion come down his throat, in his mouth, over his face.]
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The gush makes him grunt, soft and surprised, but he takes it like a champ, swallowing eagerly, ears twitching, tail flicking like a contentedly nursing calf. With some effort, he forces himself to stop fucking down on his own hand, dragging his slick fingers loose and going back to stroking the thick cock with both hands. Now he can taste himself on the overheated flesh, moaning approvingly, tongue flicking eager and coaxing at the dripping head. It's not ideal, but it's enough, it'll be enough to make the stallion come down his throat, in his mouth, over his face.]