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Her blonde hair was matted and in sticky tangles. She swallowed and then wiped her lips with the back of her hand, succeeding only in spreading the sticky lather of stallion cum to the few remaining untouched spots on small tits her pretty face. I braced myself for the awkward aftermath. The stallion appeared quiet satisfied, so my goal had been achieved. But this is when the girlish crying and howl of BDSM dismay usually set in. Experience told me that a fountain of blubbering, shame-laden tears was close at hand. Innocent dreams of Hollywood would lie shattered, along with any remnants of self-respect. I would try to offer some soothing words, but mainly I was done with her and needed to get the girl fetish up and on her way. To my surprise however, Stacy proved to be of a different temperament than any other girls I had ever ‘recruited’. “Did I get any on me?” she inquired in a completely deadpan delivery, pretending to carefully inspect herself for the smallest little spot or stain of semen. It took me a moment to realize she was kidding, at which point I snorted with a burst of laughter. Sacrificing Stacy’s discarded tee shirt to the clean-up effort, I made an attempt to wipe the congealing splatters of horse cum off her nearly naked body. On unsteady legs she rose to her feet as I dabbed at her pretty face. By the femdom time I worked my way down to her tits the tee shirt was a sodden mess, providing little to no actual benefit. But that didn’t stop me from paying a prolonged bit of attention to her fabulous breasts regardless. Suddenly I was rudely shoved aside by a large furry muzzle. Barkley had approached from behind, effortlessly nudging me away with a toss of his head. With a curious look on his face he pressed his muzzle against Stacy’s panty-clad crotch, investigating the intoxicating scent that wafted from her juicy pussy. Hardcore The cotton cloth of her ‘My Little Pony’ panties was a swampy mess, drenched with her vaginal discharge. The black stallion found this to be a treat extraordinaire, extending his long tongue and giving her an experimental lick. He pulled back, sticky strands of shimmering vaginal juices pulling taunt between his muzzle and the crotch of Stacy’s steamy panty crotch. The more painful and violent the sex is the better. “What!” I protested. Tanisha swallowed. “If I’m to have sweet dreams, it will BDSM be of you my darling.” She says before hanging fetish up. I was to get 10 lashes of the whip in the village square the next Hardcore day. She sighs a deep cleansing sigh and just holds still. would prove a pure hell. I said you can call me Daddy now that you are small tits a Daddy’s girl baby and yes you are beautiful. “This is perfect. With femdom a towel wrapped round me I went out the back to lie on a sun lounger to enjoy the last of the day’s sun.