Making Dinner
Plunging himself deep into his wife's body one last time, the chestnut horse's mind was flooded with bliss as his manhood pulsed repeatedly, surging a torrent of hot seed into natalia's womb.
Birthday Surprise
The chestnut stallion was shocked by how raging hard he was right now.
The Side You Don't See
She was attractive enough, a dark-haired chestnut mare who obviously took care of herself, but everything about her tone and attitude communicated a life lived inside monotonous routines.
Pegged at the Party
The chestnut mare, dressed up as a witch with a fetching yet tasteful costume, sat back beside him, sipping the last drops of a very fine red wine.
Last Rites
A slim-bodied chestnut horse trudged slowly but surely through snow drifts, following a barely discernible path bordered with pine trees, though the protective spread of their branches did little to ease the going.
Oh, how the mighty have crinkled
One of the other regulars, a chestnut stallion named rick, was already flirting with him. upon seeing the large wolf, however, he made a hurried excuse and scurried into a corner. rick was one of the wolf's many previous rapes.
Blackie and the Liver Chestnut
There stood a liver-chestnut mare, of similar build and height to himself, with a prominent white stripe down her face and a somewhat tousled, long mane.
Tale 3-2 - Vore Virgin
The chestnut horse opened her mouth and leaned forward, shaking nervously as she felt the hare push his hands into the warm, wet maw she presented him with. her eyes squeezed shut as he began, shoving his arms down her throat without any real difficulty.
Chapter 9 Captured Game
A chestnut horse went at a slow clop beside the white horse she was slung across. a male foxhound rode it, tall and dignified and clad in a cropped riding coat. a whip was across the bulging thighs that pressed, hard and firm, through his tight breeches.
Senior Year Ch. 1: History
Bruce barns, an impossibly tall, chestnut horse, took it upon himself to call me out that day. we were all sprawled across a stretch of beach, enjoying the cool breeze on an otherwise hot day. april and i were on towels, laying in the sun.
The Hunter and the Gryphon: A Passionate story
Anticipation fills the air as they reunite, but the sight of a chestnut mare captures the hunter's gaze. her post-nursing bliss is evident as she rolls in the grass, joyously spraying milk into the air.
Futa Milking
The chestnut mare with a rich, red-brown coat and an ashy, blonde mane and tail arched up from the stripper pole, where her fetlocks and wrists were bound behind her back.