Bea’s beast stories 3.

It was in the middle of the day. I was seated at a vanity in Helen’s bedroom brushing my hair. I hadn’t had a good chance to brush it out since arriving, and the brisk strokes tugging at my scalp felt good. My hair was longer than it had been in years, the thick brown

Nikki and the horse cock

Nikki Eagletown walked back to the stable, reins in hand. It had been a very tense day, and she couldn’t wait to see Ernst and unwind for a bit. She was used to the rigors of competition, of course, but this was the Olympics. She needed a break. She put the horse in his stable,