Jordan had kept his eyes on the small brunette by the bar, eye following every small move.
The brunette dropped a lemon half on the ground giggling as he bent down to grab it. It was hell on Jordan as the shorter brunette bent, jeans stretching over his full horse ass. Joke on you Jordan had a horse fetish. (Honestly can I please have a horse that wears pants like that'd be great.) And in that moment Jordan knew...
He wanted to fuck that horse.
But first he bought the horse some lemonade like the gentlemen he was. Sadly the horse was straight so he went home and cried as he licked the lemon frosting off of his lemon cake on top of his lemon plate. (He also had a lemon fetish.)
