I’ve never been really enthusiastic about ponyplay, but the look of pride on her face and the pride in her posture really attracts me to this. She’s totally unashamed of what she likes. I’m wee bit envious.
Hay.
I suspect that if she were to slouch, intimate acquaintance with her owner’s whip might be generously renewed. She may even currently be counting her blessings, as while the tight strap over her cunt denies her access, it dulls the blows somewhat.
Still not a pony.
Grumble.