The horse was a wild stallion, with muscles rippling under his sleek coat. He stood proudly in the pasture, his eyes locked on the naked woman who had wandered too close to his pen. His nostrils flared as he inhaled

The horse was a wild stallion, with muscles rippling under his sleek coat. He stood proudly in the pasture, his eyes locked on the naked woman who had wandered too close to his pen. His nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent, and he let out a low growl of desire. The woman was frozen in fear, unsure of what to do next. She could see the hunger in the horse's eyes and knew that she was at his mercy. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see her husband standing there with a stern look on his face. "What are you doing?" he demanded, pulling her away from the fence. "I'm just taking some pictures," she replied nervously, trying to explain herself. But it was too late - the horse had already been aroused by their presence and was now charging towards them with a fierceness that made their hearts race with fear.