My traumatic experience of fucking a camel

The third day.

My mum and dad went out to the shop in the morning so I was home alone, I decided to go out exploring on my own to get a better understanding of my surroundings, I stole a golf cart and drove it into the middle of the dessert where I met a camel. At first it spilt on my which I initially found rude but then I got happy, it was kind of hot. The camel was definitely a male, I could see that for sure. It just stared at me, and the longer it did, the more pleasure I felt. I started to unbutton my top, not because I was warm, but because I wanted something to happen between me and that hot, exotic camel. I could see the camel got excited- if you know what I mean 😏 before I knew it the camel had charged at me, bent me over and was fucking me so hard that I couldn't breath, I comethed within the first thirty seconds, but the camel kept going, I had to stop, it was to much for me. Soon the camel arrived, it was the biggest load that I had ever seen, I jumped into the golf cart and drove home so fast. I got home just before my parents did- so just in time- if they found out (not including me fucking a camel) then they would go crazy.