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zebstrika tends to hangout with trainers. . . teasing them with the thought of one day owning the beast, HA ! should see how desperate they get when that thick fuckstick comes out. ~
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 ? . . .
the 10th round had just past, buckets upon buckets of that thick, nut-sludge littered the ground as the she-stallion readied for yet another round— that ass hasn’t been touched yet, and she still needs more buckets to get that paycheck.
again. . . no way she’d want a trainer that, ugh dress her up in ridiculous outfits so some dumb, Pokémon contest. . . fuck would she plow her trainer for weeks just because of that humiliation.
No way she’d let herself be caught! but. . a trainer to bully and love does sound nice. . .