It wasn’t the first time Clarence found himself being ridden by a large woman.
She writhed in sun-kissed pleasure above him, wailing like a banshee. Clarence stayed silent, allowing her to enjoy the ecstasy alone.
Flailing feet jabbed into his belly liked needles. Once, twice.
Clarence ignored it. Ladies often lost control of their faculties in his company.
But again, pointed heels poked at exposed flesh.
Clarence offered a shake, a quiet protest. It fell on death ears.
He bucked hard, sending the large woman tumbling to the floor. As he skipped away to the water trough, her wails slowly faded.