A White Mare
Three girls, the instructors of the riding school, were talking - standing around the white mare. she wore tack and a saddle. i recognized a hackamore in her mouth.
Milky White Mare
The sound of laughter approached the currently empty apartment, a male and a female voice enjoying each others company. The door opened with a clatter of hooves, the two figures stopping to kiss in the doorway as the larger reached over to turn on the...
Riding the White Mare
"Hey, babe. You feeling better?" Claire felt her head throb as the car slowed to negotiate the sharp curves of the road. The straps holding the surfboards on the roof had buzzed at high speeds, and the constant noise on the motorway down from the...
Majestic White Mare's Enchanting Riverside Dance
As the white mare continues her graceful dance, the naga feels a special connection with her presence and energy.
Captivating Connection: Woman, Dappled Horse, and White Mare Story
A passionate encounter between a woman and a dappled horse leaves a white mare in awe, as she witnesses their intense and beautiful connection. the aftermath brings relief and satisfaction, as the horses enjoy a moment of rest and replenishment together.
Chapter 11 In Aramora
"here," said the white mare quietly, her hooves finally crunching to a stop. breathless and weary, daphne stopped just behind the white mare and followed her gaze.
A Surreal Equine Tale of halloween story
The pumpkin mare and the white stallion remained locked in this fascinating mating loop.
Milking Stable story
Her attention turns towards the direction of the sound, and she locks eyes with the white mare, exchanging a tense stare while emitting a snort. the white mare, exuding confidence, snorts once more before gracefully moving to the side of the brown mare.
Detective Bravestarr
For the white horse.
How Pegasus Got His Wings
And he did approach the grand white stallion, and snorted in lust, and slapped his belly with the mighty member betwixt his legs. and the white stallion saw him and was aroused.
Third Week of Spring
"to you," the white mare nickered, "i grant freedom from worries for the next year. too young to be a dam, you will not conceive a foal this year."
in the Farm Stable story
Farmer favorite white mare, by your side, responds with joyful snorts, conveying her happiness to be back within the secure embrace of the farm.