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!derpvGeSf. 06/25/11(Sat)10:39 No.27146912>>27146881
The scent of cooked meat penetrates your nostrils, and she walks out with an assortment of meat and vegetables. She's an carnivore by default, but she has a liking for vegetables and fruit that makes the meat more savory or tender, so you suppose she's an selective omnivore, unlike all the ponies, who're strictly herbivores. She puts the plate down on the table, picking up a thick sausage. She looks into your eyes as she slides it deep in her throat, rubbing it up and down, slurping on it suggestively, and your dick throbs. "Mmmmm..." She lets it slide all the way down her throat, and she swallows it whole, keeping her mouth open for you to see. She reaches behind your head, unstrapping the ballgag, and a mouthful of drool splatters on the floor as she removes it. You breathe through your mouth a few times, enjoying the fresh air. You're cut short though, as she kisses you, cocking her head sideways and poking her tongue inside your mouth, wrapping her arms around your body. She digs her talons in on your back, pricking holes on you again, another few droplets of blood lining down your back. Her taste is spicy, she must've seasoned the food hot, and your tongues battle, furiously breathing through your nostrils. She lets go, turning back to pick up another sausage, this time with her beak, and she presses it against your lips, sliding it inside as you chew it up, and she makes out with you again. You were right, the sausage IS spicy. You notice Gilda is blushing when you swallow down, and you lean forward to kiss her on the cheek, leaving a red mark on it, which she rubs off. After repeating the make-out session, an empty platter and two full stomachs later, she returns to tending to your cock. |
