Jordan Starr & Evan Jordie’s Breeding Wall Orgy
Jordan Starr and Evan Jordie give the beginning of the breeding wall orgy, where super tops take care of horny mares like Flynn Fenix and Jake Mathews.
The Stud Farm’s breeding chamber hums with anticipation, the air thick with musk and the metallic tang of lube. Three Mares—chosen for their insatiable need—are strapped into stalls, legs splayed in padded stocks, asses elevated and glistening under sterile lights. Their cocks, half-hard and leaking, bob against their stomachs as Stallions file in, days of saved-up cum swelling their balls.
Each Stallion pauses at a stall, studying the photo of the Mare they’ll claim: one trembling and eager, another muscled and defiant, the third pliant and moaning. The Mares hear only boots on concrete, their breaths quickening as rough hands grip their hips.
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A broad-shouldered Stallion steps up to the first stall. His cock, thick and veined, slaps against the Mare’s hole, already lubed and twitching. No foreplay—he rams in raw, the Mare’s scream muffled by the bite gag. His rhythm is mechanical, hips pistoning, hands bruising thighs as he mutters, “Take it, mare.”
Beside them, a silver-fox Stallion works open the second Mare with fingers and tongue before burying his face in the Mare’s ass, rimming until choked sobs escape. “Beg for my cock,” he commands, and the Mare obliges, voice cracking.
The third Mare, defiant and taut, meets his match in a snarling Stallion. The Stallion fists the Mare’s hair, yanking his head back to growl, “You’ll thank me,” before spearing him in one thrust. The Mare’s roar shakes the stall, his cock jerking untouched as the Stallion breeds him with jackhammer precision.
The room crescendos—slaps, grunts, the creak of leather restraints. The first Stallion finishes, flooding the Mare’s hole, then moves to the defiant Mare’s stall, joining the snarling Stallion in a ruthless double-penetration. The silver-fox, ever meticulous, milks the trembling Mare’s cock as he pumps his third load into him.
Post-breeding, the Mares are hosed down, cum dripping from their gaps. The Stallions smoke outside, swapping stories of the tightest holes and loudest screams. Tomorrow, new Mares. Tonight, the Farm’s legacy of hunger endures.
