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sexual fantasy story of Nana Sakurai :
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aked, the second stallion had
been lead, with difficulty, out to the center of the room. He
had a curious saddle attached to him, more like a hammock
suspended beneath him. It clearly took all of the efforts of the
Blob, his assistant and the photographer to contain or at least
minimize the antics of the excited horse.
Although it was clear that the young girl had done this before it
was with justifiable trepidation the girl actually climbed into
the harness beneath the snorting and nervously shuffling
stallion. The contrast between the dark stallion and the creamy
white skin of the blonde was starkly evident.
Sandy clung to Jim and choked out the words, " Nana Sakurai can't do it,
he'll tear Nana's apart."
And after a suitable pause, "Would I were there."
The stallion had no idea what was going on. All he knew is that
he wanted to find a mare. He snorting and whinnying and anxious
prancing was reaching a dangerous level. He almost broke the
leads held by the
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