Hesha was just another pony girl roaming the isles. She was sturdy, well fed and strong though, compared to other horselings about common with thick busy fur she was truly shorthaired. Her own fur being a skin-tight coat of white and black stripes roaming her entire form in a thin yet lush suit. The creature was of age, tall, thick and mature which was easily shown on her well developed body. Clothing was a bother, it itched on her thin fur coat but knew it was needed around the population of the isle. On who wouldn't have seen the vast open lands of the savannah would find the large equine a bit peculiar. She was from the south and had no intentions to hide such as she maintained her musk and scent with little remorse. Most men would fancy her pretty self with the display of milky fat juggs shaping her chest easily outfilling most men's palms. That lead down to a waspish mid-section only to flare out in a wide set of thick curvy hips. Of course she packed a sheath and balls, probably too huge for her own good, it was a whole other story though yet it was hard to conceal being a stud betwix her big lush thighs. Usually she concealed herself with skirts or loincloth to keep that meaty sausage of zebra cock hidden coupled with the leathery fat milk-tanks shaping her melon sized balls.

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