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Tourist
I feel like I have to temper... if you meet some lone stallion with the smell of hot mares on you... often this is not about friendship and trust but more about fuckship and thrust... you really can be an object too, not more than an artificial vagina with a smell that turns on the horse like a switch. Here "personality" and "desire" of the non human animal loose some of their sense.
Without saying, of course, some stalls are sweethearts.
Without saying, of course, some stalls are sweethearts.