by Peter Loaf
inspired by the photography of Insex
- do not use without the author's permission.
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Hands locked in shackles, knee spreader clamped The Pony training, rebellion stamped Fighting the collar, follow Insex Waddle drip coping, one of his treks The ground is rocky, uneven rough My trainer leading, it’s dark enough Taken to stable, shoved through a wall Head in the barnyard, ass in a stall The Trainer’s trophy, chained by the throat Fiddle and diddle, escape remote Breaking my spirit, breaking my will Masterly Bastard, to fill my bill Collared in iron, nipple clamps too My buggered behind, whipped black and blue Bent and presented, my ankles spread Pony prick probing, pussy well fed Insex comes walking, into the night Someone still fucking, my pussy tight Bippy stick kissing, bippy stick bites Camera flash blinding, the nightly rites Web casting content, Insex.com Well broken ponies, fresh from the prom Pay-per-view perverts, money in bags Email suggestions, the time it drags Cameraman Carl, shooting his juice Bippy bite nipple, turning bright puce Pony girl breaking, trophy mounted On line the action, profits counted Power point probing, vibrating dong Pony girl coming, both hard and long |
   
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