Dawn - Dawn's Experiment
She flipped the crop up into her hand and shoved herself away from the beautiful butt, whipping her hand around to bring the crop against valorie's rear with a resounding crack!
Musk
I pause, perk my ears forward as passive-aggressively as i can and empty the contents of my hand onto his lap, except the crop, the crop i bring out on the other side so he can see it when his attention turns back to me.
Musk
I pause, perk my ears forward as passive-aggressively as i can and empty the contents of my hand onto his lap, except the crop, the crop i bring out on the other side so he can see it when his attention turns back to me.
Pony Poets - The Wheel Story (2nd in series)
"we pull weeds and tender crops. and the other stuff just sort of happens." after another mile glyn broke the silence. "that could be our next line? or even two? we pull the weeds and water crops, lines of carrots and rows of hops."
Predator becomes Prey - The quiet ones
She smiled up at him, placing the crop down beside her on the bed. "so did you just bring me here to beat the shit out of me...mistress?" allan quickly corrected himself as soon as he saw the ewe reaching for her crop again.
The Lost of the Marshes – Chapter 8: Estranged
She couldn't remember who she was, but something felt heavy in her stomach - and it wasn't the objects bloating her crop.
Lesson & Leash
She sniffed at the aged and worn leather, years upon years of use behind this crop. after she had a good smell of it she pressed her lips to the crop, kissing it.
The Flogging
The riding crop came down again, this time hitting his exposed side. mike yelped and rolled over, further into the glass.
Working on V-day. Part-4 Finale!!
He ran the crop across the wolfs glistening member satisfied with the whimpering desperate moan he got in reply. he dragged the leather crop across the wolfs tail hole and received another desperate whimpering.
Pathetic Excuse for a Boy/Melody's Enslavement (Part 11)
With his collar held firmly in one hand and her crop in the other, she beat his bottom like a drum while scolding him for wasting her time.
Wrapping Her Own Gift
The top left tentacle swung around the side of her body, offering up the long, thin, and familiar shape of a riding crop.
Royal Revenge
Hunter sighed happily, leaving slash after slash of the crop against the filly's little rump.