The chair slowly turns. XXX “Bitch,” he growls, his brow furrowed in rage. “Bitch,” he growls, his brow furrowed in rage. He looks down at her black hooves, then lets his blue eyes run up those long, thin legs that he knows are deceivingly strong. He feels her hot, soft tongue running up his leg. He didn’t fear that there was poison it. Well, you’ve been so cooperative, I suppose I should let you have your arms back.” She unhooks the chain from a large hook in the bed post. He still quivers within her as she hasn’t gotten off. Her hand in his hair grips tighter, her hips grinding against his experienced tongue. His tongue finds the furless slit between those lovely legs, tasting her sweetness. He falls backward onto the soft bed,




















