Loser pays up.
Holt body walked stiffly up to the side of that anvil. noticing alretts cum oozing down the side, along with dribbles of his own sires crimson blood. "you are going to walk over to the anvil."
Between the Hammer and the Anvil [PTRN][RWD]
One such establishment was the local blacksmith, run by a man named anvil - he'd assure people that his name was coincidental.
Wand of the Morn 3 – The Flamescale
His jaw seemed to elongate out of desire to have more of anvil inside him. needing to steady himself as a strange dizziness passed over his head, tollen gripped tightly onto anvil's firmly-muscled buttocks.
Party game...
Bright crimson blood spilling out of that erect organ, as it lay there dying on that cold metal anvil. that severed fucking deflating as the blood dribbled down the side of that black iron anvil.
The Donkey show...
The helpless wolf growled in shock and pain, that pointed lupine fucker rubbing against the semen crusted side of that anvil. the pointed tip of that red rocket spraying out water lupine cum, that spilled down the side of that anvil.
Bully for you...
The high born colt wobbling slightly, as the smith marched him over to that huge black iron anvil. "alright let's see how you stack up..." dunlup snorted, gesturing to the outline of mick's cock he had drawn on the flat working surface of the anvil.
Lesson and corrections
Brett barely realizing it as the old donkey pushed him over to the anvil, bending the stuck up highborn colt over it. the side of the anvil crusted with dried semen stains, from all the colts who had been gelded while in that very positions.
Paying the Bill
Bend over the anvil there." he wasn't gonna put up with just a blowjob, he needed to let loose and this horses ass was gonna be his first in awhile.
A Butt for a Sword
As the thrilling high tapered off, all strength left pip's limbs, and he collapsed onto the anvil with a contented sigh.
In-between Adventures: Repairs
The wolf had his chest over the anvil now, hugging it with his head hanging and standing awkwardly into what was almost an all-fours position over the anvil. with that rope, garelth started to tie the wolf down to the anvil.
Dreams Can Come True
The mighty stallion was ripping the solid iron horn off the anvil. in the next few minutes, the iron had torn clean off the anvil base.
The Blacksmith
On the right side were an unfolded roll of blacksmiths tools, a hammer, tongs, poker, small bellows, and a decently sized anvil; above that anvil hung a mirror. above the tentflaps, hung a dream catcher.