As you slither through the tight opening into the stomach you can feel that it isn't empty. Your face presses into the warm mams of a well-endowed female. She monas in pleasure as the two of you are pressed together by a muscular contraction of the horse's stomach. Trembling, you run your hands over trying to assess her form saying "err. Hello. I'm Tom, who are you?"
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