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!!56w9RnzPJUY 05/24/11(Tue)16:09 No.26220155>>26220062
Alternately
She's prepared for weeks reading up in the Caballo Sutra on how to best please a sexual partner, get the right lotion, the silkiest sheets on her fourposter bed.
Throughout dinner she'd titer about this magical experiment or this kind of high-magical albedo, all the while looking more and more nervous, hair sweeping over her purple eyes.
"So, you, uh, want some coffee?"
Leading you upstairs, "I mean we have some cappuccino and Spike can make something great with coffee syrup."
Laying on those sheets, "We could even do something like a latte or-"
As you begin kissing down her long slender neck, "-o -or we could do that, yeah, that sounds good."
After some kissing and hugging and gentle rubbing down her barrel, hooftips barely running over her skin, her horn starts to glow. While you begin to rub her in earnest and nibble at an ear it glows brighter and brighter and her moaning grinding increases until-
Magical sparks pour down from her horn, showering everything in what seems like fairy dust.
"H-hair trigger, I guess?"
But that's okay, the sparklies taste like blueberry and mix very, very well with the cinnamon taste of her hair. Soon she starts to pant and groan a little more deeply than you'd expect. God she's shaking all over-
And then she flips you over, hoof on your hardness, voice husky, "I want to ride. NOW." |
