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Blackhurt
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Date Posted: 16:56:35 12/05/06 Tue
In reply to:
Khara
's message, "T R A M P" on 12:24:56 12/04/06 Mon
The steed was ridden with curiousity as he entered the lands. Eyes, ears, and nostrils flared as he stepped closer and closer to surronding equines. Spotting a little whore, Blackhurt slowly pranced over to her, tossing his golden locks vainly as he glanced every part of her body. His tool was harder than it had when he first entered the land, but he didn't let it off its leash yet. On first glance, he recognized the mare of fine blood, Arabian most likely. Blackhurt himself had the sleekness, gaits, and charm of a Thoroughbred, but the strength and determination of a much bigger horse. His forelock covered the eye facing the mare once he reached her, but he knew from experience what to do, to start the fun, and the foreplay. Standing parallel to the mare, he gently on the backs of her front legs, elbows cannon bones, everything. Blackhurt knew it drove the mares crazy horny. After five minutes of this massage, he moves down to her rear end, licking up and down her innner thigh, hoping to make her scream for him. Moving up towards her shiny honeypot, he gently sucked the juices from it before thrusting his tongue instead. After a minute of what must have been insane pleasure to the mare, he gained stance at her lovely dial, his 'best friend' just barely sticking out. Unfortunately, I haven't had the pleasure to be in your position for the past few minutes he hissed, glancing back at his tool. Take it out.
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