Originally Posted by marketsmart

when i was 5 years old i had a pony..

he was a great pony...

i used to love to ride him..

when i was 7 years old he started biting me and bucking me off when i rode him...

my parents gave him away..

i was sad..

i got over it...

all good things come to an end...

dont be mad at the pony..

i was happy that my parents gave him away..

no more pony bites or sore ass from getting fucked in the ass by him everyday..

a stupid boy would have kept fucking that pony...

the end.......






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