Over time, Stable Master Snow has strapped mare after mare into the Breeding Wall. He has watched their holes stretch to accommodate hundreds of cocks of all shapes and sizes. He has heard their lustful moans as stallions slam hard into the wall, their pulsing cocks injecting their seed. He has watched their locked legs tremble, their exhausted mare-holes begging for mercy but adrenaline and the hunger for more overpowers the whimpered request. And hours later, he has supported the sweat and sperm-covered mares when they are unlocked, and stumble to their feet, too weak to stand on their own…
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