"You sure itll fit?" Ellis huffs impatiently from the floor where his upper half reclines, equine forelegs tucked against his furred chest. You mutter an affirmative, focused on securing yourself atop his broad flank, sitting cowgirl. Even kneeling, you still have to lean forward & bend Ellis' cock to bring its flared head flush to your wet cunt, t-dick throbbing. The bulging member is as long as your thigh & as thick as your arm, veins surging across its shaft. The twitching head shines with a thick sheen of pre, pearls of it gushing from Ellis' slit & over your hand wrapped around the base of the flare. You slowly lean your weight back, gripping the shaft tight to try and keep Ellis' cock from slipping off your cunt from the sheer amount of pressure & lubricant between him & your tight hole. Ellis grunts in discomfort as you grip his sensitive cockhead, & you breathe deep as you lean back harder onto it, feeling your cunt slowly starting to open around the immense pressure.