Imagine making out with a horses donut, kissing it's puckering hole as if it's your one true love, groping the horses ass as you press deeper into the steamy orifice and just inhale that musk and then the maggots. Oh God the maggots, they're squirming against your lips and face and you can taste them, they're such a foreign flavour and yet you can't get enough.
You get so into it, you start sucking out the maggots and pushing your tongue into the horse's donut to scoop them out and swallow them down. You just keep making out with the orifice and whine pathetically because your t-dick is hard and throbbing, you're leaking juices down your legs from your boy pussy. Yet you just can't stop, you're swirling your tongue around inside that infested hole and start swallowing so many maggots, your stomach gets heavy and full.
Stomach squirming with maggots, that vulgar taste glued to your tongue that you've pushed as far as you can into the horse's donut, desperate to fish out as many maggots as you can.
Just... just making out with a horses donut would probably fix me tbh